Well here I am again. This really is rather addictive and much more alluring than the huge pile of work I have to tackle. Lessons don't just plan themselves, you know. However, I can always resort to the good old plasticine and sand. Keeps the sweeties occupied for ages...

Went to IKEA yesterday. I was in heaven. The market place is just brilliant. It took nearly 45 minutes to reach the till. That would be fine except there was only 3 people infront of us. Hmmmm. I think I get queue doom. I'm always in the one that moves slower than the rest. Atleast I managed to offload some unnecessary purchases.

I am currently addicted to Twin Peaks. This is Jon's fault. I have the videos and watched it first time around. It is still the best thing that was ever on t.v. It also still scares the crap out of me at times. Anyway. I suppose I should go and do my work. I will. Bum.

I'd better just warn anyone who hasn't watched Twin Peaks; DO NOT look at the above link. It gives everything away. Well I suppose I'm just warning Jon really. Is that like a big red button or what?

Oh my God!!! I have so much to do next week it's ridiculous. It's one of those weeks that has no free time and lots of stress and to top it all off, I've had it hanging over me all this week. So I'm going to do what I do, turn to trusty Flower Remedies. They have alcohol in, so maybe that's why they make me feel so happy...

Also I'm feeling blue at the moment. There are only 86, yes 86, Kakapos left. If you don't know what a Kakapo is, then have a look. They are the best birds in the world.

Shrove Tuesday is a thing of the past. From now on, it shall be known as Panlump Day. Yes.
I decided to surprise Jon with a visit after a long and very boring meeting at school. I was greeted enthusiastically but as I entered the house, there was a strange smell. A sheepish Jon explained that he had been making Pancakes. He then showed me the left-overs of his attempts. Despite having a recipe and a decent pan something had gone badly wrong. Being a bloke, he stubbornly ate his panlumps although he did pass on having more for pudding. So there we go...Panlump day.

I've been thinking again. I've been musing over the accusation of my oldest friend, that I am a geek. Or rather, the fact that I took no 'real' phographs in Barcelona has made me into a geek. She wanted glossy, solid photographs that she could hold in her hand. My offer of an online viewing wasn't enough to satisfy her. I understand, in a way. The look of photographs on the screen is not the same as a cherished, faded photo on a wall. However, I've never been any good at keeping albums or framing the bloody things so I see digital photographs as a God-send.. It should make my life easier to run and less cluttered.

As if to prove that I really am completely disorganised, I now posses 27 single socks. I'm baffled and a little disturbed by this as I was making a real effort to keep my socks in pairs.

So...I'm back. Back from sunny, if a little nippy, Barcelona. Fine city too with lots of lovely places to go and much delicious food to be eaten. Hmmmm. There lies the problem. Food is just too damn nice. But I have it on good authority, from Glamour magazine, that you only need to do 24 sit ups every other day in order to get a firm, flat tummy. Hurrah. The idea is 8 slow sit ups, 3 times a day. That sounds easy doesn't it? If I can't do that then I will bring new meaning to the words lazy and arse.

Yes, Barcelona was an amazing city and despite the fact that I thought I'd not like Gaudi, I have been converted. The man was a genius. The Sagrada Familia is one of the most fantastic sights I've ever seen. It was almost an emotional experience. Or maybe that was just the very scary journey down the spiral stairs which had a great hole in the middle. You could see ALL the way down. Which was a very long way down. Never have been good with heights. Infact, I don't know why I agreed to walk down the steps in the first place. Somebody must have been very persuasive!

I feel justified in the pinkness of this blog. I took yet another tickle test a while ago. It was to find out what my signature colour is. Guess what? It's chiffon pink! So there we go. You can't blame it on Barbies and brain fluff. The reason I'm so attracted to pink is because it's my signature colour. Does that mean it's okay to turn my tasteful white bedroom into a girly haven for all that is pink and pointless?

Also, the site which the lovely orchids around the edge come from has some beautiful photographs. I'm sticking with my orchids though. But just to let you know. Cor, this linking thing is great. I'm going to stick them in right, left and centre!

A small view into the pages that stop me working when I should be hard at it. I'll take on anyone who insults Robbie, by the way. He is my hero.

The Amaretto problem has been solved. Hooray for me!

I always seem to come end up writing rubbish on a Sunday. However, today I have no work-tommorow-blues. Ohhhh noooo! The reason is that I'm on holiday next week. Not only that, but Barcelona beckons. I have been told to brush up on my Catalan. I know what... why not let somebody else do it for me? I am no good at speedy language learning anyway. Staying at a small hotel which looks quite nice. Should certainly beat staying at home and cleaning.

I have to get back on the wagon as far as food is concerned. It took one whole year to lose a stone...and two tiny months to put half of it back on. I blame pudding. I keep having to have puddings, even when I don't want them. I take no responsibility. None. And can anyone clear this up for me. I am sure that amaretto is made with apricot kernals.

Need to go now. There's a half eaten chocolate trifle in the fridge that simply demands to be finished.

Going to see Red Hot Chili Peppers in June. Hurrahh!! I feel all young and bouncy again. Talking of young and bouncy...had another lovely day with the sweeties at school. Lots of tears ,as they're tired bunnies, but no sulks. Yes, I even awarded a no-sulking sticker today.

I wish I had a money tree. I don't think it would make me any happier, but it would solve my worries. If anyone knows how to grow one, please let me know.

No links today. Just checking in and popping off. I shouldn't say that actually. I recently found out that the words 'popping off' mean farting. I learn new things all the time. The Child is truly father of the Man. Or something....

I've been thinking. I watched a really interesting program on BBC 3 called Little Angels. As I work with four year olds every day, I find it amazing that so many children seem to have so much power. It seems horribly easy to lose the balance and end up with children who do not actually understand that 'grown-ups' are in charge. Mind you, I've also met some fully fledged adults who'll throw a wobbly when they don't get their own way. I always tell the children that 'You can feel sad, but you don't try to make other people feel sad too'. Roughly translated ,that means get on with it and stop sulking!

On a lighter note, or heavier if you're going by calories, I've finished the Jelly Bellys. I'm feeling rather sick, again. Also the shame of eating all the sweets on my own has returned. Oh, how will I cope. I'm going to go slump in the corner. Humph!

And lo, after much faffing, the attempt to insert comments boxes failed. Bum. However, I have an unfailing sense of optimism and will keep trying. I feel full of sugar and energy. It's probably due to the huge amount of Jelly Bellys I've been stuffing down me. I also feel slightly sick, if truth be told. The shame-faced emoticon is perfect for occasions like this.

Well hello there. I am currently trying to add a comments box so that people can add comments. Not that there's anything particularly comment-worthy here. My success, or lack thereof, will be evident. Let's see just how technical I can be.

I put my car in for a service today. Boooooo. The bill was £157. They actually did an M.O.T even though I didn't ask them to. I refused to pay and they took the certificate back. It passed, by the way, so if they fail me in May then I'll be having words.

I am completely addicted to doing silly internet tests. Mostly tickle ones as mentioned before. They do seem very accurate. They're also great for work aversion. Thus far, I've learned that I am an 'Insightful Linguist' and I'm 'smartest' when it comes to Social Intelligence.
The Spark also has a vast array of tests. You can even find out when you're going to die and, this is the best one, how dirty or pure you are.

Hmmm, I wonder which one I was? I suppose being 'pink' I ought to be pure....

And now I really do know how to do links!! Tim Burton, as mentioned before.

I've decided to have another go at linking. I'm not one to give up easily... So as I said, I'm looking forward to 'Big Fish' Tim Burton is a genius. His films give me the same feeling as I had when i was being read to, as a child. They are like magical fairy tales and the music alone is enough to make you feel like every day is Christmas. So imagine my joy when I discovered he had a website. I was very excited. Imagine my dissapointment when, after a rather snazzy start, nothing happened. All flash and no substance! Like most men I know..Well almost. ;O)

Arse. I've been trying to do a link for over half an hour and I'm fed up. All this h ref what have you. When I manage, there will be alink to the the above site!

Today was quite a good day. Things have gone smoothly at work. I wore the afore-mentioned boots and received no derogatory comment. They are a bit cowboy boot-ish but I can cope, I think.

Reading this you'd think that my head is full of fluff. That is not true. I think about all sorts of things. Like.....
If you're wondering why I have no links yet, the truth is I've forgotten how to do them. All this HTML stuff is quite tricky for a beginner. At the moment, I'm too tired to try.

Really want to see 'Big Fish'. Hey, maybe I could link up to the website? Ahhh, there's always tomorrow.

It's Sunday again. But it's only the morning so I have the rest of the day to have fun before Monday comes and takes it away.

I bought some new boots yesterday. It was quite a traumatic experience. I always seem to find it difficult to buy clothes and shoes. I am very picky and yet again, I had to compromise on the boot front. I'm a bit worried that they are based on cowboy boots, which is seriously bad on the style front. However, they were in the sale and they match my coat. I was assured that they were smart and not rubbish. Rubbish footwear is no good. In fact, to all the men out there, footwear is everything. If you turn up on the first date wearing terrible shoes, it will have an adverse effect on the date. Indeed, I would say the first thing I look at, after the face, is the shoes. You have been warned....

Off to take in the bracing air and get the morning paper. How refined!