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Hell hath no fury…..

I had a couple of days where the body had just decided to give up. Even the eye lashes were hurting and I was quite frankly pathetic. I have the loveliest of friends who realised that something wasn’t quite right and I was visited with fruit, croissants and chat (and the hugs) Then There is the pal that we all have. The one that gives you a boot to the derrière and says you better be ready for 730 and you better be in heels. ( and says if you have kankles, get your trousers on, yes, a proper ray of pitch black)
Going to be honest, I was more frightened of not turning up than worrying about the pain. ( in the best possible way)
Waiting at the train station was an experience. The combination of the sunshine and the long weekend had rendered some of my fellow city dwellers somewhat red, tapsaff and fully paid up member end of the ministry of funny walks.
We wandered to the restaurant and as we sat down, the table beside us started talking about us. In French.
Nothing offensive but were commenting on the dresses and heels and the glam for a Friday night.
You see, apparently no one in the city speaks other languages. My pal decided she was going to regarder le menu and started her nonsense.
The table next to us clicked.
A bit of Bonsoir and see and eat up yer at yer aunties and they were suitably mortified.
Yes, the very fact I had my knickers on the right way and hadn’t gone siouxie sioux with the eyeliner was nothing short of a miracle.But speaking French?? Zut alors!
It did make me laugh that people just assumed that no one would understand them, never mind speak French.
I enjoyed listening to their chat about politics, Macron and of course, black pudding.
It was perhaps a safer conversation than they might have had……
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Hell hath no fury like a French teacher mistaken for anything else.


Christmas Professional Downtime


The last term was a rough one for just about everyone. Stress, illness, dark days and rain. Many meetings were prefaced with “excuse the state of me, I’m nursing a bug”
The start of the holidays saw many people saying I’m just burst. I noticed that even my most energetic of friends were happier to have a night in front of the tv when the usual would have been doing the high kick painting the town a redder shade of red.
It’s not a sign of getting old, it’s maybe just a realisation that we do need to look after ourselves better and charge rather than continuing to run on empty.
This holiday for me , I am going to be honest…..I am 9 days into it and have not looked at an email, piece of paper, or had a work call. It never of fails to make me giggle about the amount of people on social media declaring how long it has been since they looked at work email ….guess what….the world is still turning.
I have spent time with family and friends, we have spoken a lot about teaching and learning. All in a very generic way and believe it or not it has given me plenty of food for thought. Those conversations that give you a what if thought…..
Someone asked me ” what do you do to relax?”
I had to think.
I’ve watched a bit of telly. Most of all I have spent time with people I wanted to. Family and friends whom I often find it hard to see as we are all mostly working parents and resemble burst couches.
Relaxing is an art. I think perhaps a discipline. I hate rules and am not good at following them, however, getting better at switching off has given me a better sense of recharging and clarity of thought.
I’m not sure if the GTCS would sign off 14 days of informal discussion, intercultural understanding and fact-finding ( food and drink appreciation) and blue sky thinking…. But as I look to 2017, I’m excited about the challenges and adventures at work. So maybe the best Christmas professional downtime should count too.

Maybe it’s not so black and white?



Sitting heating up after a night in the soup kitchen. It wasn’t as busy as I’ve seen it but a few sad stories to deal with.
Today was a lovely day with lots of wee bits and pieces. Waking up to the wee lady at my forms just peeking at me is quite simply the best way to start your day. We had a lazy breakfast and pottered over papers and toast. Lunch with the folks and my oldest nephew and I could have been rolled out the door.
Has the chance to catch up with a very special pal who is never afraid to tell it how it is and as we walked along the beach (beautiful blustery day) we blethered about work, wee people and my terrible habit of seeing pretty much everything in black and white. I suppose that’s how to make things easy for me to be honest. No 50 shades of grey here. On reflection I suppose I do see some things in different shades but mostly on my own terms.
Coffee and resisting the cakes and a wee look at what the working week was bringing. I am horrific for planning and knowing what is going on. I suppose when you have childcare and things to plan round work, twilight training and a parents night. Find another working parent who doesn’t go through the same.
I consider my neck wound in. A tiny bit.

Nae points as I had the old comfy open work shoes on- perfect for sand..