Daisy

Sorry I'm late.

I kissed a geography teacher on Saturday... He wore the whitest shirt that I have ever ever seen... it was all terribly exciting... a mass of chistmas cheer, fairy lights and fancying someone rotten... Someone who then storms up to you on the dance floor and spins you round and round and round until you collapse into giggles. I suspect we looked like the bastard love children of Brendan Cole and Tara Reid.

Anyway, Mr Geography has buggered off to the Isle of Mann for the next couple of weeks and so I will have to keep myself jolly by playing with my blue eyed Irish boy... Although he couldn't be tempted out of his hangover on Sunday - even by the promise of real fresh donuts from the pikey market... So, I forgot about him and bought my self a beautiful scarf made of rabbits... real ones. Kate Moss has a lot to answer for. Tsk.

Apart from wearing real rabbits, kissing boys and eating donut's, what else do I have to tell you all?

Well, I've started teaching full time and so have bought myself some rather special grown up teacher clothes.... new brown suede stiletto's that I could just eat, matching with a 40's tweed skirt (well, I am a history teacher darling) and a shirt almost as white as Mr Geographys (until I dropped marmite on the sleeve). My class of 14 year old boys told me that I looked 'really fit' and at my over-worked grand old age I thought that that was rather a compliment....

Excellent, so - I covered new shoes and marmite... I think that might be all...

Oh, except that sometimes I miss London so much it's almost like I can't breath... and in the morning as the train goes past the misty white fields that Jack Frost has been playing on all night I could just cry... It's my best friends birthday today and I would give all that I owned to be celebrating with her in Covent Garden...

So, excuse me for it's time for red wine...

Here's lookin' at you kids....x

7.12.04 19:51