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This entry was going to be a slightly egotistical boast about kissing the best looking boy at the News Years party (a landscape gardener no less - oh my what arms!!). Then I was going to talk about the fact that I am certainly too old to crash on peoples floors, and how it has taken me all day to recover...
Finally I was going to tell you all how I don't believe in new years resolutions... but that's not strictly true any more. You see, this year I am quite resolved to try to stop being so spoilt and narrow minded. This year I am going to make a tiny bit of a difference (one that extends further than dropping a pound of guilt money into the collection bucket at my local Boots every now and again).
And you thought that last year was the year of the Grown Up (TM).
Happy new year 20six.
Back to life...
The problem with creating fantastic highs for yourself is that slumpy lows inevitably follow... and you find yourself watching the Hollyoaks omnibus, while doing a pile of ironing and marking a load of books, rather than quaffing champagne in the arms of a foxy gardener in a Lady Chatterley kind of manner as you had been the day before...
Normality doesn't half get in the way of life sometimes.
So, you have to stay focused on the good and the exciting while you make your marmite toast and empty the cat litter tray in order to prevent depression and grey spots...
....Like making up fantasies involving a science teacher, detention and the supply cupboard...
Check.
Prior to starting school tomorrow:
1. Nails painted rouge noir - done
2. Crisp white shirts ironed - done
3. Term timetable written in pale aqua in diary - done
4. New school shoes purchased - done
Hair washed and straightened - done
Fake tan applied - done
Actual work prepared for children - oh.
Shit.
I wonder what's on UK History?
Swing while you're winning.
Today I wore my new golden tweed skirt and a low curly bun and then didn't speak to the foxy physics teacher once, but I did blush when I saw him.
I am so 1940's it hurts.
To sir, with love.....
There are a few rules in our staff room which no-one ever questions. Everyone has a special place to sit and only talks to certain people. There are sulks and tantrums if someone uses someone elses 'worlds best dad' mug in ignorance.
So, at break I was sipping my murky coffee (out of a life begins at 40 mug - oops) and nibbling my toast, minding my own business and chatting to a geography teacher about whether I could ethically get away with doing a lesson about 'Posh and Becks' when someone sat down next to me.
I twizzled round to find the very good looking physics teacher who I had drunkenly snogged on the staff night out blushing furiously and asking me if I'd had a good holiday... and it wasn't his seat.
I almost inhaled my toast.... so tongue tied was I that I blushed furiously back at him, and eventually managed to ask him whether he thought I could get away with doing a history lesson about the Beckhams. He was very reassuring on the matter, and then he stayed, for 15 minutes.... even though the staff room was packed with beady eyed teachers and I mainly just stared at him.
Taking this as a good sign, I may have slipped my phone nmber into his pigeon hole as I headed home.
Ooooh - being a teacher is so much more fun than being a pupil. Well, it would be if I had only planned my lessons for tomorrow....
Naughty Miss Flower.
Log Flume.
I still can't work out if I am a good teacher, or a hideous failiure, but my goodness I laugh all the time....
Today I set a homework for my lesson on 'Posh and Becks' where I suspect that I am going to get handed to me 29 carefully labelled pictures of Jordan... or, if I am really lucky perhaps a couple of Andy from Little Britain. What joy 13 year boys are....
But, despite the laughter, I am tired of being 'Miss' and so this weekend I am going to play with an oldest and bestest friend in Birmingham. I have never ever been to Birminham before in my life (past it on many occasions, but never been in it) and so I can't wait to work some magic on the Midlands massive...
Oh... and I ignored the physics teacher today because my hair was frizzy... Not so good, I fear we may be on a downward spiral.
Oh... talking of which, my ex fiancee is getting married and informed me via group email.