As I didn’t write yesterday, this will be about yesterday and today.
Word(s) of the day – Abominate: detest, loathe hate. Abound: plentiful, teem, overflow.
So, yesterday and today have been gloriously funny. I shall start with yesterday. During school, a multitude of pupils swore. However, although I disciplined them, sometimes the things they said (especially the context) and the accompanying cheeky grins were just too hilariously funny. One of my downfalls is not being able to keep a straight face, a useful skill for teachers. But no, I couldn’t help laughing in several instances - which sometimes unfortunately encourages them. Some children are just far too funny. Then in the Samba band rehearsal, a pupil was hitting his cowbell so blooming hard that chips of his beater were flicking off here there and everywhere!! How he didn't notice I don't know. I was standing right next to him and thought he was going to whack me in the eye!! Enthusiasm is brilliant, but a line must be drawn when a cowbell becomes dangerous. Later on the pupils were writing lyrics, one in particular about a teddy bear (it was a young class). It started off... I have a lovely teddy, his name is Bob, he's fluffy and he's cuddly, and he's got a big... "Miss what rhymes with Bob?". "Um..........!?" Struggled with that straight face, let me tell you.
Why on earth is post exciting? When I got home I had a letter. I’m not sure why I find post exciting, but I do. Shouldn’t though because it’s always a total let down like a bill or an appointment reminder. I’m not even sure who I want it to be from, but I suppose a letter would be nice (hint). However, this letter was about contraception and all the different methods currently available to me. Well, I don’t bleddy need that do I?? Single to the end apparently. Sheesh.
Spent the evening with Miss-Martini, Miss-Horlicks and Miss-Lolly-Belle (previously I-Love-Collins) where it became apparent that both myself and Miss-Horlicks like our feet being tickled. Now, I do not mean this in a sexual way or anything like that, it's the same thing as liking your hair being played with. No? Miss-Horlicks suggested that she would tickle mine if I tickled hers. I declined. The evening was filled with Chinese food (goodbye forever beautiful body) and lots of chat and giggles. Much like tonight actually when we went to Wetherspoons for a meal, in honour of Miss-Lolly-Belle going back to uni (boo, I shall miss her). Squidge and Trees-Are-Green came too. Miss-Martini is literally the funniest person I have ever met and our table was laughing constantly. From innuendos with the waiter and whipped cream to spit-roast (you need no more detail than that) and general comedic comments and stories. There really is nothing better than having your family and friends altogether having giggles abound. Or in our case, crying with laughter.
Before Spoons, I went for a walk with a gorgeous man along part of the coast called Lundy Bay. No, I'm not lying. And he even bought strawberries which we ate overlooking a beautiful view of the sea and sunset. It wasn't all beautiful though. I have rosy cheeks anyway, but when I'm walking for about 3 hours and the cold sea wind is hitting my face they go even redder. NOT ATTRACTIVE. Plus, the fact that is was mostly uphill on the way there and horrendously windy at points made me look like a wild beast. A red-faced and out of breath girl stumbling along a rocky path does not make for good pursuing! I would say FML but I abominate that term. Anyway the views were absolutely beautiful and the day was just lovely.
So when I had pie chips and gravy at Spoons this evening I didn't feel that bad because I'd been walking all day and had been to the gym that morning. Ooh also took my car in and he fixed the noise for free. Quite proud of myself because I pointed out a bit of plastic that I believed to be the culprit and the garage man said I was right. I like him now.
I seem to have written about today in reverse. Never mind, it's all in there. I should write down everything I want to put on here as soon as I think of it. Otherwise I forget and then there's some good material lost.
I'm off to bed.
Mil x
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