These weekends come to us all, right?
I think the true signifier that this was a bit of a craptacular weekend occurred in the first five minutes of my driving lesson….I’m feeling good, confident, OK and then a whopping grass snake / adder (at least a foot long) slithers in front of the car.
Much girly flapping of hands.
It’s not so much that I hate snakes, or that I wish them any ill….I’m just not the biggest fan. I think it’s the whole lack of legs thing (lizards are cute…snakes are..not). Or something similarly inane. I just kind of dislike the creatures, but not in a hugely active way. They’re a bit like ex-boyfriends – I’m OK if I know one’s coming (say, when I watch a movie or similar – this would be the snakes, not the exes. None of my exes are movies stars. Well, not yet, anyhow), but when one suddenly just APPEARS? Gives me the heebie jeebies like you wouldn’t believe.
So that was….fun? My instructor then proceeded to freak me the heck out with horror stories for the rest of the lesson. Guess who f***ed up every single manoeuvre after that?
Saturday night was lowkey, but OK. A few drinks, and then a bit of a sing….lots of work done, so that’s great. Sunday was church then work. I am working waaaaay to much at the moment, but it’s the usual thing – isn’t it amazing what a motivator a little unrequited love / lust / whatever can be for a girl?
My classroom is more spangly than ever, my resourcing is kicking ass, I’m reading books, my flat is spick and span, I’ve rewritten half of my medium term plans, my friends are getting more letters and emails and texts than they probably ever anticipated, I’m practising my singing, and this evening? I am baking. I should sustain a bruise to the heart (metaphorical, not literal!) more often!
So everything’s fine here, just a little crazy. I can also feel a bit of a weep coming on though, so I’m hoping to head it off at the pass this evening by watching Amelie or La Vita e Bella or Magnolia and just letting myself have a good cry. I’ve been bottling stuff up for a while, so a decent tearfest is totally overdue.
Haha, I am so freaking touchy-feely happy-clappy sometimes. But we all have to do what we have to do to survive.
Seems for me I have to waffle on inanely, make cookies and cry. It’s not such a bad deal, really.
Have a great week, everyone!
PS Just call me nature girl…at hometime today (Monday) I was launched into a mission to save a lost racing pigeon. Life’s never dull, right?