or three, or four. Yes, I know I get paid in pounds, but somehow, it just doesn’t work as a blog title 😉
So, belted up the motorway quite nicely apart from the bit where I sat stationary for 15 minutes – no idea why. The overheads said accident, but when we finally drove off, we drove past one police car and one undented car sat on the hard shoulder. Odd.
Still made it in in reasonable time, and that was the only part of the day that went to plan, not that I ever have that much of a plan working in support. Today I almost learnt about installing tomcats on aix machines, but then I didn’t. So tomorrow I will have to figure it out for myself, as my teacher will be on a flight to Phoenix. He’ll be back online tomorrow evening, but I’ve got to have it done by then.
Home late (as usual) but with the children still awake. Got a Time privilege card in the post and gave it to Big to put it in her homemade purse (see previous post) which prompted a barrage of questions from her as to why I’d given it to her (because I thought she could pretend it was a credit card, and given that she’d made a credit card out of woven paper I thought she wanted some to play with) and why I’d been sent it (marketing) and why I didn’t want it (um, get back to you on that one, just sort of not interested really) and was followed up by a pouting bottom lip from Small as “you never give me anything.”
!!
This how long after christmas? But that doesn’t count apparently. “You never give me anything except at Christmas and birthday”. So I pointed out that I’d given him a scarf a couple of days ago that I knitted myself for him (I don’t think he appreciates the effort that went into that, I’m so not a natural knitter) and that he was wearing a baseball cap (yes, in bed) that we’d bought for him one day while we were out just because he had forgotten his hat and we were going out in the sun. (From poundland, embarassingly it has a playboy bunny on it that he loves 😳 )
All of which exchange left me feeling that wishing them goodnight was really quite hard work. I’m not quite sure how I’ve got to the position of finding every exchange with my children hard work, but given that I’m finding most non work or scrabulous related exchanges with all ppl quite hard work at the moment I suppose it’s not all that surprising. I’ve never been particularly good at socialising, and right at the moment I’m feeling particularly inept, probably, if I were to be objective about it, a side benefit of the low grade depression I’m attempting to ignore. I’d like to end this post on a positive note though, so I won’t dwell on social difficulties, but instead segue neatly to reminding ppl about the OpenEye campaign and petition against EYFS. It’s now up to 1866 signatures, which is a very respectable total, but there’s still plenty of room for more 🙂
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