How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!
Only joshing (that would make this the longest post of all time!), but I am exceedingly glad that it is the weekend right now. This term at work is the shortest one of the three, but we still try to cram just as much in. Great fun, but requires buckets and buckets and buckets of energy! So it’s always good to top up on the weekends.
This weekend Matthew is away, up in Leeds with the boys for fun and chat and then the Superbowl. I bet he’s having an ace time. As for me I spent last night first having a couple of glasses of wine at my colleagues football party (teachers = big kids :-)) splodged (literally, splodged. It’s the best descriptor I could come up with!) on the sofa watching some awful yet compelling television (America’s Best Dance Crew, anyone?). It was brilliant, and I went to bed at a reasonable hour, with every good intention of rising in good time to get some work done before heading off for my train.
Totally didn’t work.
Slept through three alarms.
I think my body has rather cunningly worked out when it’s necessary to heed the alarm (school days, when catching a flight, etc), and when it’s just me trying to be a bit A type and squeeze still more into my day. Which is why I woke up naturally at 10.45 this morning! I feel like I’ve slept away a tonne of stress. As my mother always says, “You must have needed it!”
But now, I must dash, to get on with my weekend. Time to zoom up to Brackley, to have a weekend with my good friend Rachel (one of my ex-colleagues), grab lunch with some of the other ladies, and see the old hometown. More on that tomorrow, I think…