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Date: 14 July 2004 18:26:26
I am exhausted... absolutely exhausted! What a day!!! Mind you, it could have been far far worse. I only had to spend some of my time chasing and being argued at by a couple of unpleasant oiks (am I allowed to refer to them as that or do I have to show respect towards these kids who don't know the meaning of the word?) and dodging a well-aimed football which sadly did not break the window it hit. And amazingly my "How about for once in your life just doing as you're told without making an issue of it?" did work on one occasion with the boy who's used to having his own way.
I managed to get quite a lot of sorting done in my caravan and made huge progress with organising my new "grand plan"... arranging to have free access to the caravan during the holidays in the form of my own back-door key so that I can get in and do the rest if I feel so inclined. I'll take Tiddles in one of the days and have a blitz as he'll love taking things off the walls and running riot with a paint tin.
Eye test after school, then up for Smudgelet's parents' evening. All I can say is :D
Both boys did SATs this year. I am not a big fan of the pressure put on children to do well in SATs and have totally played them down with the boys, but am extremely proud of their results. Tiddles had a level three in all subjects and Smudgelet had a level 2a in all of them... so they both really did their best. Rewards in order I think.... hmmm, I wonder if a kiss would do.
Narrowly avoided getting really irritated with Dad during my five minute turn-around visit home between the opticians and parents' evening. How do I explain that I can't go and help him find a parcel (which I know he hasn't got) because I am expected at the school and can't be late? Why does he say he needs me to do it right away as I head towards the car, and yet when I get back and go round to help him, he says he doesn't need it for an hour and a half? I wish half our conversations didn't go round in circles with him constantly misunderstanding what I say and then getting frustrated when I try to explain. And to top it all, he complained that Tiddles had left another bag of leaves on the back doorstep and I ought to tell him off for it. Me, I'm just happy that Tiddles chooses to tidy the garden without being asked and if I was bothered about the bag being on the back doorstep (a door we never use) then I'd have said so... but I managed to phrase that in words which didn't imply the Dad should mind his own business... or so I thought. He managed to take offense anyway, of course, because that was the mood he was in. ;)
Yet another complication in getting Dad's pension transferred to a card account at the post office. His form has been rejected this time because he put his middle initial in his signature (that's his normal signature, but they don't accept it apparently) and because he's chosen his date of birth as the security number (the only number he can remember). Apparently he has to choose another date as the security number and if he can't remember what it is, he's to write it on a piece of paper and fasten it to the card. Hmmm... yes, very secure! Why is it that they have to make it so so complicated for elderly people to get their pension?
Don't mess with me tonight... I'm in a vicious mood! ;) But.............
I'M ON HOLIDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!