Ah, half-term. How I love thee so. I intend to enjoy this week off immensely, particularly as it brings the joy of knowing that once I return to work Monday week [by which time it’ll be June (already?)] there’s only about seven weeks till the school year comes to a close and I can laze around for six weeks.
There’s a static caravan down in Kent [it belongs to The Future In-Laws] and it impatiently awaits our arrival. It heralds a few days of Monopoly, castles, lots of alcohol, card games, reading, and a day trip to France [on the ferry no less – what’s the point of being able to see nothing in the Channel Tunnel?].
But oh-my God! What about the Internet?
I have a confession to make. I am horridly obsessed with Ancestry.co.uk … I dream of Upper Marsh Cottages, Edmonton. I despair over lost ancestors who forget to appear in census’. I fail to find it amusing when the [possible] reason my grandad’s auntie went to Canada as a Barnado Girl is [possibly] revealed to me. I fear that I have inherited none of the ag. lab. [agricultural labour] / blacksmith / fishmonger / milliner skills that my ancestors should have passed down to me.
To be away from the Internet will be bliss. I should learn to leave people where they belong.
In the past.
My Mumsy phoned me today and told me that she wants to be buried. We’re so morbid in my family. Of course, that wasn’t the reason she phoned me – the conversation just cropped up. She slagged off Jehovah’s Witnesses so I scolded her. Oh, we laughed.
I think I need this break away from the daily grind of everything. Some quality time with The Blokey. If the sun shines maybe I can wear my brand new bright yellow sparkly bits flip-flops. They’ll go well with nothing else I own in the clothing department.
I’m very much aware that I’m jabbering. It’s partly because my throat feels as though there are sharp knives trying to cut their way out, and partly because I know that Tabatha-Cat has done smelly things in her litter tray and I’m wasting time before I have to clean it up.
Mayhaps tonight I’ll win the lottery [and maybe that was a pig that just flew past my window]. I have a funny story about pigs, but I’ll save it for a rainy day …
please God make the sun shine this week xxx Elsabeth