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Date: 20 September 2004 21:07:57
At last it's lilac... and very nice it is too. The "spare room" in the caravan, that is. First it was bright purple and hideously bright at that, then it was insipid white with a vague hint of purple. But now - one pot of white paint, one "happy violet" matchpot and three dollups of bright purple acrylic stolen from the Art Department later - it's exactly the shade of lilac we were hoping for. It now contains my file storage (four old lockers with broken doors, in true school tradition), a bookcase awaiting a coat of paint and lots of things dumped on it, and four smart tables for my trustworthy workers, to give them a sanctuary from the crazy-gang in the main classroom and to make enough room in the main classroom for everyone to sit down. You know, nobody seems to believe I teach in a caravan until I actually take them there and show them!
B, one of my helpers, is rather lilac too. Well, she should have known better than to press with her full body-weight on the plastic lid of the paintpot in order to close it. As it gave way beneath her and she tumbled into the paint pot, she desperately sought a foothold to get her balance and put her foot straight through the paint tray.
Poor Tiddles is a poorly boy today with a horrible cough and cold and headache. Although he's sixteen days of being twelve, I decided to take a risk and pretend he was twelve already and give him a lemsip. I hope he feels better tomorrow - really I could have done with him being ill today as I'd have had less lessons to be covered.
I seem to be skint. It's the first time in my life I've felt quite so skint, and somehow I have to pay for the ferry to my sister's for the big event I know nothing about which is obviously not really a celebration of my ****ieth birthday. Not only that, but I really will have to have my hair cut before the big day. The problem with the financial situation is that Dad doesn't quite realise how much money I spend on him, and asking him for money is more trouble than it's worth. But then, on the other hand, my blog from this morning is so true. Where your treasure is, there your heart is also. I'd rather be without money than without my Dad or my two boys (one of which has managed to lose one coat, one sweatshirt, one pair of trainers, one tie, his keyring, his torch, his swimming trunks and goggles all since the beginning of term). But it'd have been nice to be able to go to the Shakespeare at the local theatre next month! Tiddles at least understands - or appears to - that he has to wait until after Christmas for his birthday treat. With his birthday the day after mine, there was no way I could cope with TWO parties in one week. ........ Not that I'm having a party, of course ;)