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Date: 28 September 2004 21:55:10
We're doing pretty well - they haven't burned the house down yet. I mean, there was the tumble drier incident a couple of months ago and the box of matches in bed last week. This morning it was the sure sign the Smudgelet is getting taller and taller far faster than I'm prepared for. He really shouldn't be able to reach the cord for the defunctish bar heater in the bathroom. Luckily the smell of dust burning was sufficient to get me running in a bathwardly direction and switch the thing off. Surely he's not tall enough to have reached that cord that I tied in a knot to keep it out of harm's way? If I'd known that he were, I'd have moved all the aerosols off the top of the bathroom cabinet where they're resting just nicely against the edge of the heater.
Charlie has been on form just lately, despite bearing the scars of a particularly nasty scrap with another neighbourhood tom. Today he went from one extreme to the other, bringing me home a wren :( and a pigeon. Saturday morning was the classic, though. I'd told Dad he wouldn't get his early morning cup of tea because there was no way I was getting up at 6.30 unless I had to... and I didn't have to be up until half past eight. Charlie, though, was on Dad's side and kindly brought me a live mouse to play with at 6.30 precisely. Thanks Charlie.
Massage is going brilliantly. I love this! Funny how difficult it is being able to do the academic side fairly easily, though, when in a room of people who find it harder. Please don't read me wrong and think I'm an intellectual snob, but somehow there seems an aura of it not being cool to be able to do it and I find it hard to fit in. Just like being back at school, I suppose. I'm no genius, but I happen to find academic learning seems to fit my learning style quite well and remembering what I've learnt is not too much of an ordeal - especially as I know some of the tricks to helping it sink in. But when the tutor gave out a test tonight, I felt awful because people were panicking and wanting to work together, and I just wanted to do the test. It's hard to know how to manage it without sounding big headed. But the practical side is great. We have now completely studied the leg and can massage from the top of the thigh to the tip of the toes with only a few "What on earth comes next"s and minimal "How on earth did she do that one?"s
Now, I must remember to try to find something to wear this weekend. I can't afford to get something new, especially if I'm trying to lose weight. This effort is currently not very rewarding, by the way. Surely I can't STILL be the same weight! Maybe it's just all the fat being replaced by muscle. (In my dreams). I've booked to have my hair done, though just a trim as I'm trying to save pounds as far as the money goes, while I lose them in a different context (and, at the moment, it's just as successful).
Year Seven have GOT decimals! I am a happy teacher. Year Eight have NOT GOT factors and multiples even now after hours of bashing it into them. Year Five are starting to show their true colours and they clash somewhat. Year Six are driving me insane. But Year Seven have got decimals and all's right with the world.