Rose-tinted specs

Another week over. This week has been a strange shape as I was away from work on Tuesday at my nana's funeral. Although I cried quite a lot, I think it went quite well as much as these things can. My sister came up from Cardiff and I was really glad to see her.

Things are getting busy at work, the students are starting to misbehave and we've had a few disciplinaries (it now being week 2 of term). A couple of them have been given the choice of being sacked or working with ME!!!!!!

Tomorrow off into town to get some holiday brochures to look at honeymoons for next year. Since we haven't booked our wedding yet this could be optimistic, but why not enjoy some pretty pictures?

And it didn't hurt a bit.

In fact I got so carried away with my Spanish speaking assignment that I actually now need to cut it down as I'm twaddling on for 45 seconds too long!

I did some ironing this morning. And I hate ironing.

I weeded the flower bed in the front garden.

Ray and I spent some *quality* time together.

Wrote to my Spanish learning partner.

And here I am writing a post for my blog. I know, I'm scared too!

Even Ray has got into this hive of activity, I can hear the hum of a lawn mower as I type. Very weird.

So here I am again. Most of the day spent running round after "learners" who have already decided they have much better things to do than attending class (it is now day 4 of term). One boy legged it on the first break of the first day and hasn't been seen since. According to his brother he finds spending time with his girlfriend preferable to computing class.

Oh the joys of being seventeen. I'm just curious as to what will happen when the government start to criminalise these kids for not staying on. I may have left the happy world of Further Education by then, so do I really care?

Heigh-ho, better go and get on with that Spanish assignment I'm putting off.

The answer to the previous post is obviously a resounding NO!

I guess that when nothing interesting is happening, there's nothing to say, and when things are happening, I just don't want to write because it's bad enough that I have to experience it and I don't want anyone else to either

Nothing personal to anyone.