A couple of weeks ago, I lost my phone. A phone seems like a remarkably stupid thing to get sentimental over, but I am, nonetheless. Daniel bought that phone, after I was implicated in the loss or destruction of his three previous mobiles. Apparently it was the most indestructible phone on the market, being brick like and incased in rubber. I ( Read more... )

Two days until the school holidays, praise be. five hours sleep a night and over two hour travel time each day is taking it's toll, in spite of the delightfullness of the children.

I saw my little new nephew on Sunday morning - I think he was about fifteen hours old at the time. Tiny piece of humanity, with a fuzz of reddish hair and his daddy's full upper lip. Calm baby too, considering the trouble he had being born (his head was bruised from the vacuum birth), content just to lie and be rocked. Guess at that point he was ( Read more... )

Today at preschool I overheard this conversation:

Elana: Yasmine we are both Sam's girlfriends!
Yasmine: Yes, but we will not share him with anyone else, will we?

I know it's only the flu, and i will get better... but I have been so sick. I feel like I have been trapped in a electric cloths drier for a couple of days :(

last night I dreamed I was lacing myself into a corset, brutally pulling tighter and tighter, and becoming impossibly smaller, and virtually unable to move or breathe. I was deliberately shrinking myself, as though to take up as little room as possible ( Read more... )

You have invented a new form of Narcissism, - I confess - I am in love with Orlando - this is a complication I had not foreseen.

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf 1928


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It's done... and went OK I think. They seemed to like me, at least. My prac reports are not fantastic for various infuriating reasons, so I may not get employed straight away. But I talked about children and teaching with great energy and enthusiasm and a degree of arm waving and they smiled a lot at the things I was saying... that's a good thing, ( Read more... )

Dear Terri ( Read more... )

I am trying to write a CV to be read by primary school teachers and principals. Can anyone think of a euphemism for artist's model?