Thank you so much dollface!
Archive for June, 2008
I’ve been pretty absent from the blogging world lately. I’m in the midst of exam marking and playing catch-up constantly at work and attending various meetings and parents evenings and showing round visitors so when I get home there’s a huge temptation to just sit on the sofa and stare at the telly until bedtime. Shamefully, this is a temptation I have been giving in to lately.
A couple of weekends ago, before the general end of term chaos begain we went back to Yorkshire for my stepdad’s 65th birthday, father’s day, and his retirement bash. Three celebrations rolled into one which is pretty useful when you think about it really. So thank you George!
We also went to the North Yorkshire County Show that’s just down the road from my mum’s house. I used to love the fairs when I was a kid. We’d enter handwriting and painting competitions through school and Aunty Eileen, our old babysitter, would spend a day with us baking fairy cakes and jam tarts for the cake competitions. Aunty Eileen was a baker and cake maker by trade so we always had a slightly unfair advantage over the other kids who were entering. And so it was that half way through the day we’d go and look at our entries to see where we’d be placed, collect our winnings then scatter off to spend it on mexican jumping beans and rainbow sherbert.
There were no winnings this year but there was still plenty to keep us going. It was John’s first county show too, him being a city boy. I think he particuarly liked the way the farm boys gathered round the sheep all excited-like.
God, I love going home x
I’ve seen a couple of people who’ve done this meme now, notably Mandy, and thought I’d give it a go. It’s the first thing in days that’s dragged me out of the *meh* mood that I’ve been in lately so thank you ladies.
La rules: type the answers to the questions below in flickr, choose an image from the first page and put them into fd’s mosaic maker. Oh, and don’t delete your choices three times and have to start again because you’re trying to do three things at once. Definitely don’t do that.
Okay, I’m going to do these questions as a list; your name, favourite food, high school, favourite colour, celebrity crush, favourite drink, dream vacation, favourite desert, what did you want to be when you grown up, what you love most in life, one word to describe you and your flickr name.
And my answers; emily, lasagne, thirsk, green, donald sutherland, cranberry and orange, canada, pavlova, a writer, donald and enid, dreamy, one good apple. Have fun and let me know if you do meme too. Oh, and hop over to my flickr for a link to photo credits x
Now I just need it to be the summer holidays and for there not to be 400 scripts that need marking on my desk at home… Got this link from Floresita and it’s made my Monday x
Every morning on my way to work I drive past the Liverpool Dental Hospital and the set of traffic lights just outside it mean that I always have a chance to sneak at the peek at the people waiting to go in.
Having come from a small town in the middle of nowhere, it came as quite a shock to realise that NHS dentists aren’t handed to you on a platter in the city. No more so than the time a couple of years ago when – still dentist-less – my wisdom teeth decided to act up. Toothache is like nothing else. When you have a stomach ache you can curl up to try and relieve it, sometimes a dark room can help a headache, but toothache? Well that’s a different matter.
And so, at 7.30 in the morning after another sleepless night I trudged down to the dental hospital to begin the joyless task of queuing up to have my already sore mouth prodded and poked by a tired and overworked student. I wasn’t even the first one outside, there were people ahead of me in the queue and I patiently went in, took my ticket and settled down for the long haul.
There was a happy ending of course, one that involved no blood and lots of lovely anti-biotics but I remembered my little adventure for two reasons this morning. The first is that my wisdom teeth are having their bi-annual grumble again, when I feel like I’d imagine my new niece does now her first teeth are coming through. The second is that when I drove through town this morning I was thinking about how I don’t really wear any make up for school because it’s not important for me to be all dolled up for a bunch of teenagers and how sometimes people can make too much of an effort for something that doesn’t really need it, I looked to my right at the hospital doors and saw a young couple dressed up to the nines, with not a hair out of place, fully made-up, waiting for the doors to open so they could have their mouths poked and prodded and examined. And somewhere between seeing them and singing along to Paul Simon I thought, maybe I’ll wear some mascara tomorrow. I’m not really sure what this says about me… x
