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Date: 09 July 2008 21:30:47
"I feel like death warmed up," I said to my colleague. "I spent last night sleeping on the sofa."
"Smudgie, why on earth did you do that?" she enquired. "I mean, you're single. You've nobody to have a row with!"
I suppose I could have done it just because I wanted the experience, but you know as well as I do that I have many a night slept on the sofa because of an inability to find my bed under all the junk accumulated upon it. This time it was different.
When my eldest son is here, I habitually lock my bedroom door when I'm not in there, and I decided that this might be a good policy while we have small inquisitive visitors, (especially as Mousie is dying of old age in there - just quietly fading away in his little nest in the corner, bless him, no longer really wanting to eat or drink or scamper, just to rest quietly as he ends his days). No problem. I keep my keys in a safe place, usually my pocket if I'm wearing jeans, but in a particular spot that only I know if I have no pockets to keep them in. Fine, simple plan. Until you slip your keys absent mindedly into your laptop case while trying to persuade three French boys to hurry up and get ready to catch the bus.
It was a manic few days writing countless lesson plans - repeatedly, as people thought of one more thing and one more thing to add to them. My visitors came in at 10pm wanting hot chocolate and biscuits to warm them up before they went to bed (honestly, Ryde beach in this lovely June weather....!), so it was 11pm by the time I was able to head towards my long-awaited bed. I got as far as the door... and... er....
OK, so where are my keys? In my pocket? No, I haven't got any pockets. In the special place? No, the special place is empty. In the lounge? No. In the bathroom? No. In the kitchen? No. In my laptop bag which is sitting tucked under my desk in the empty classroom? Ping! Correct answer. So, the sofa it is. Good job Mousie doesn't need feeding. Now, where will I find some spare bedding. I have loads of spare bedding. Ah, I have loads of spare bedding for when I have visitors. Trouble is, I have visitors, and I don't think they'll really appreciate it if I go and nick the bedding of their beds. And as for pyjamas? Well, they're in the bedroom, of course, together with my clean clothes for next day....
Good job I still had a day to go before the inspectors were in!