What a numpty!

I know what I'll do. When I've got loads of spare time over the Christmas period, instead of;

i) watching endless TV (some of which was good, some of which was bad, some of which was very bad)

ii) rather than stand there deciding which bottle of red wine to open

iii) which dark or milk chocolate to unwrap

iiii) whether or not to have brown or white bread with my next turkey sandwich .....

Yeah, instead of all that, I will get stuck into my new blog with aplomb. I can sit up late and talk to the masses. Hey, I could even take that glass of red wine and latest turkey sarnie up to the computer with me and just type, type, type!!

It'll be great!

Oh no, hang on a mo, maybe I won't do that, nah, that's far too sensible a way to do things.

Instead, I tell you what, why don't I laze around and do all of the above from the comfort of my sofa, killing all that precious time doing nothing, and leave the typing on these 'ere pages until I go back to work, the start of the school's Spring term, with Year 6, possibly THE most important term of their primary school lives, approximately 12 weeks to the biggest exams they've ever experienced and THEN scrabble around, trying to find the time to do the things I want to do, such as sit here typing about ... um ... stuff!

Yeah, that's the way to do it!

Y'know, I always thought that business men and women (or anyone, come to think of it) who employ a Personal Assistant were just that teensy bit pompous. I mean, how hard can it be to answer your own 'phone and put something in the diary from time to time, eh??!?

Well, I take it all back!

Life is busy!

I'm sorry, I don't need to bore you with this, I know that, but if you are going to spend any time at all, coming here and reading my ramblings from time to time, you need to know that I ... er ... ramble.

Hmmm .....

It's nice though, wouldn't you agree?

No, not rambling, I mean getting back to work after the Christmas break. Good isn't it?

I know what you're thinking and (if you haven't sworn under your breath or thrown your monitor out of a window yet), hear me out.

Over the years, I've had a whole heap of different jobs, some of which I've liked, some of which I've disliked, others I've hated. My current job is the first job I've loved. Of course, as most of you who have only just stumbled across my "new" pages will not yet know, I work at the same primary school that my children attend. Although our paths never cross from an educational perspective (and rarely cross even to give each other a simple wave), I do catch glimpses of them running around in the playground far below me, laughing, screaming, playing tag etc.

It's making me smile just thinking about it. I know not many parents are lucky enough to experience what I do.

Still, it's not just my own children who I think are smashing. Today, a child in my class returned from spending Christmas with family in the Philippines (tut, tut, naughty, naughty, where've you been until now?) and she very kindly bought back a little souvenir for her friends and, of course, moi.

Some very tasty looking dried mango.

No no, you can scoff, but have you tried dried mango?

'Tis very delicious, you should get some.

And anyway, it's the thought that counts, right?

"Salamat".