Another week another dollar, well... less childminders fees. My disorganisation continues now the other half is home , one more body to chase out the house.
So this week I finally remembered to organise "Secret Santa" five pound gift starting with the letter P! All I asked was to pick a name out the bag, but you'd have thought I had said to some " can I saw off your arm and use it for an art lesson?" Why are some people so baah humbug? It's just a bit of fun, anyway there are many things that begin with p... not just pants and penis. How many can you come up with? Answers on a postcard. Ha ha.
It's also that time of year when results are published, and ours weren't as good this year, so as part of senior leadership we have to prepare for the barrage of questions and find the reasons why. Unfortunately we have a high percentage of children with needs, that make small progress through the years. And... The Department for Education in their wisdom have changed the goal posts.... yet again. The words fire and fighting come to mind.
So to alleviate the stress this week I decided to escape one lunchtime, with a colleague for a festive meal at the local. Guaranteed " your not from round these parts" when you walk in. For those that are not old enough, the humour is from An American Werewolf in London.
So, anyway, I digress... the Christmas lunch if you could call it that was barely edible. Perhaps a bit of Bernard Matthews, Aunt Bessys roasties, and microwaved veg. Mmmmmm and then came pudding, how could you go wrong with a Christmas pud, well, you can, and they did. Yuk. But they did give us free drinks so felt we couldn't complain.
So only four days left in work, my chrimbo shopping is complete, hidden under the bed and neighbours garage, but not wrapped. That's another logistical nightmare!
So here I am now, sitting in a hotel bar, sipping coffee, yes coffee, not tea or beer, waiting for the other half to return from dropping our angels with my brother for the weekend. It's his Christmas work do tonight, and we've escaped for the full weekend. How exciting! Except I'm missing her already. :(
But I'm looking forward to putting on my sexy LBD, serious satin heels and dancing the night away after a decent Christmas meal. A lie in tomorrow will be nice too, with a full English in the morning. So don't expect my challenge tomorrow to be coherent!
So that's this week, I'll love you and leave you so I can people watch, my favourite pastime, mucho prom hair turning up. Haha.
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