Morning all from a bright and sunny, but with a few high level clouds, West West London. I wonder what the rumours from yesterday will deliver today?
We had an intruder in the garden at 3.00 am Monday morning... turned out to be an admire of Mlle who had climbed over the garage roof to get round the back.. and he could have just walked through the gate... really! ..... Anyway Mlle woke us all up I and I jumped out of bed erm.... with nowt on... and ran down stairs and turned all the inside lights on... illuminating the inside of the house of course.... I then turned the garden lights on... and encountered a frightened young man staring at the berserk father of Mlle standing in the all together in the French windows! One of those Yorkie will not live down...
Well you will find out how honourable his intentions are Yorkie! - just be careful not to serve bangers and mash if he is invited for supper
I just have heard Lorenzo Bassini has lost his "Services To Luton Town" award as the Hornets survived. The problem is the award cannot be returned as he sold it.
Sun's out and last chapter of 'The Morning Gift' is under way. Bought 5 bulk bags of gravel yesterday to refresh the drive. I'm sure when it's delivered I might decide it wasn't such a great idea. Where are the slaves when you need them?
Some friends out here spent ten years doing up a wreck of a building and then accepted an offer for it out of the blue. Last October work started on another wreck and it has been seven days a week work for the two of them as they did a great deal of the work, only bringing in tradesmen when necessary. Finally they felt they had to take a break for a week to recharge their batteries, so set off for the coast leaving a builder to dig out and then lay a new floor. The builder started digging and then came to a sudden halt when he unearthed a skeleton buried in front of the old fireplace. Of course the gendarmes had to come and see and decide what should be done. The bones have been removed somewhere and work has continued. It seems that they had been there for over a hundred years and it was not that unusual to put a body there as the heat helped it to decompose quickly. If someone had committed suicide for example they were prevented burial in consecrated ground, so the relations used what ground they had at their disposal, even if it was in the house.
Term 4 of any school year is one that many upper primary school teachers dread - because it's the time when they have to teach S.H.A.R.E (Sexual Health and Relationships Education). Having a Primary 5/6 class, it's not too bad for me, but today I had to fill in for a missing P7 teacher & found myself in front of a class full of sn****ring boys and embarrassed girls, tasked with discussing the dual issues of periods and masturbation - not the most attractive of prospects at short notice. How I ever managed to keep a straight face & my composure in the face of the following, I'll never know - A short way into the lesson, the discussion centred on hormones and their effects on behaviours - a point at which I mistakenly thought it a good idea to ask whether they understood what hormones were. Me - "Before continuing, I'd just like to check your understanding - thumbs up if you understand what 'hormones' are..." Just the one thumb went up - that of a rather worldly-wise boy named Ryan, sitting next to the class wimp Billy. Me - "Yes Ryan..." Ryan - "Hormones are the noise Billy's mum made when I was shagging her last night....." That's one question I'll be a little more circumspect about asking in future.
