So funny things keep happening to my blog. I'm now on Jon's computer. He is here and so is his computer with a brand, spanking, new ,hard drive just for me. But it keeps doing funny things. Or maybe it's just me. My comment boxes keep disappearing and I haven't been hitting the wine. Bloody technology. You knew where you were when it was good old pencil and paper. Oooo, when I were a nipper...

So yes, Jon's here. All seems to be going well and his books have made my bookshelf look rather clever. Out with the Robbie Williams biography and in with some funny Welsh books. They are rather pretty I have to say. However, I like to sort books according to size. I like my shelves to look nice. Jon likes his shelves to be practical and usable. I wonder who is going to win?

I'm also going to Robinson Ball. Hurrah!!! That means that I simply must get a new ball dress. Shall I go for sleek and sophisticated or wonderfully pink and bally. I have an urge to look like a fairy. Maybe a sophisticated number with fluffy wings. The theme is 'Mutiny' so I could hire a costume! Maybe not. Although I always quite liked the idea of a bodice.

Things I have learned: Thank you is two words with no hyphen. Hot and cold are of equal strength. It's not a good idea to put your mobile in the airing cupboard or in the bin. Nadia must have a blog but she's putting up a fight.

I just managed to delete my entire post by pressing ctrl z. Arse. It was almost quite funny. But I don't feel like laughing. I always manage to do things like that. Hmmmmmm.

Today was strange. I am quite tired and the weather is making the children very , how shall I put it... hyper? 27 children plus coats, wellies, hats and gloves (which NO child under the age of 5 should have unless they are a wizz at putting them on) make getting ready to go out to play very trying. Add to that the odd freak hail storm and it's mayhem. Not a calm day. Yes, I do feel frazzled. Time for a nice cup of tea and my homework. Woopee.

Oh dear. The rate at which I am writing is shamefully slow. Mind you, I am very busy. I always write busy as busty. No, there are things afoot at the moment which means that life is not calm and predictable at all. Some are good, well very good, some are sad and some are the sort of things that stop you getting to sleep at night. I hate those sort of thoughts. thoughts. They float around my head and just as I'm drifting off BAM. I'm all awake and confoosed, as they say down here. Sod it. April will be a sturdy month where I know where I'm going and what I should do. I'm in the waiting place, and it sucks.

I seem to be finding rouge socks too. Some of the missing socks have been reunited with their partners. Trying to be organised. I can do it... I can.

The sun has been shining all day and everyone seems happy. I always forget how much the weather affects me. I read 'Oh the places you'll go' to the children. It's the book I live my life by. Dr.Seuss was a genius. I think it may have been a little over their heads. They love 'Green Eggs and Ham'.
Seriously my mountain is waiting, I'll get on my way...

Horaaaaay for me. I can do smileys in the comments box. However, this needs to be very short as I am on a clutter-busting roll. Yes, this car boot sale has to make a bit of money. Hope hope hope. Oh yes. I am both enraged and incensed by the fantastic traffic wardens of Cambridge. I received a parking ticket on Sunday. I had a permit filled out for Saturday with 4 blank spaces underneath. In my fun, on Saturday night, I forgot to fill in Sunday's slot. Now if that had been the last space I'd understand. But the permit had 4 free bloody spaces on. A permit for the said vehicle had been purchased. It was obviously some sad, jobsworth. There is clearly no give and take. Mind you, it's just as well I didn't catch them at it. I would have ended up with more than a parking permit. Jon was very patient and took the offending article away. Grrrrrr. I hate the person who spoiled my Sunday afternoon. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest their armpits. ( That's a real Arabic saying, apparently)

Ooops. I have been very lazy of late. Well actually I was busy being rushed off my feet. So there we go. What with bleeding fingers and chucking stuff out. Am going to do my first car boot sale. Ohhh yes. The only thing I'm worried about is that I don't use the money I make to buy more crap at the sale. I shall be strong. I will resist. Either that or Jon will hide the money and that'll scupper me plans.

I haven't even got any interesting links because I haven't been looking. Too busy. But coping nicely. Oh actually, Andrew made a good comment about the last piece so I shall link to that website for easy access. It is all about the Hierarchy of Needs. Most interesting. People who can not fulfill their esteem needs for one reason, or another, can't progress onto self-actualization which is basically where you are a fully sorted and happy individual. I think. I don't know. It made sense to me.

On a lighter note, Tiffany is still on the go too. I'll sleep better at night knowing that is the case. ;0)

Apart from dancing, Jane and I had a good 'putting the world to rights' session. We were talking about depression and how soooooo many people have experienced it in one form or another. It's a fact that was talked about in the programme Status Anxiety. It seems the more advanced we get, the more unhappy we become. Now I'm not a psychologist but I do have a small theory. Animals, in zoos, go mad if they are not stimulated enough. A lion that receives regular meals in the same way, each day, becomes bored. So the keepers hide food in logs, hang it up and so on. Some days the lions will get food at 3, some days at 6. The point is that if their life is made too easy and predictable, then they are bored.

Now most people here are used to all their basic needs being met without real hardship. We are designed to work at surviving but our instincts are no longer needed. So our mind isn't occupied with basics anymore. If it doesn't need to work hard to survive then maybe newer, but ultimately, less important issues become major worries. I think that your brain is easily confused and small things can become huge. Negative thoughts, whatever the source, breed more negative thoughts. If you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, maybe you just start to wonder about whether you're good enough at this, or rich enough, or pretty enough. I wonder if people in famine-stricken countries suffer as much depression as we do. Who knows.

So this is what Jane and I talked about inbetween lamenting the lack of Chesney Hawkes and eating yet another baked potato. So I'm not all fluff.

Boy did I dance. Oh yes. The bar that we went to is called Jumping Jaks and has apparently been voted best bar in Britain. I have to say that it took cheese to a whole new level. The bar staff dance and there was a really bad rock and roll duet. A distinct lack of the afore-mentioned Chesney Hawkes left a rather bitter taste in my mouth. But all in all it was a good night. I did have one gripe though, apart from the crap duo. When we got home we couldn't sleep and it was because the drink we were having has caffeine in. We didn't realise this until the last bottle, by which time it was too late. I wondered why I lasted until two. Being nearly 30 and all, I usually give in by one. Jon was most friendly too, even when I phoned him at one and put Jane on to chat. He has such good manners, that boy. Yes, I am a happy bunny.

Oh dear.
I didn't do my work. Instead, I went to Tesco's and bought lots of cleaning stuff. The reason is that I just bought the book from 'How Clean Is Your House?' and it shamed me into action. I'm actually enjoying it. thus far I've done the kitchen. Well then I saw my lovely pine chest and it begged me to open it. Now the entire contents are strewn over the living room floor and I can't get a bin bag because I've put shine stuff on the kitchen floor. Hmmm. I wish I hadn't started to be honest. The house is messier than before. Maybe I should have left well enough alone. I'll kill that bloody Aggie.

Hellllloooooo Friday.
I am missing salsa in order to all my work before I go off on a girly weekend. Hurrah! Yes, we are going to go dancing and I love that. I was asked if I preferred proper dance music or cheese. I asked 'How cheesy?' The answer was 'Chesney Hawkes' cheesy. I decided that was the place to be. Oh yes. He is still on the go as this wonderful website proves. Poor man. Fancy having to be him all your life. I never did like Chesney Hawkes, by the way, but a-ha were simply splendid. And don't start me off on how lovely Morton Harket was, and still is... It seems that the very talented Rick Astley is still at it to a greater or lesser extent. And yes, he is a cheesy as ever. I could do this forever. I think I'm going to make a list of cheesy 8o's music links. Or something. This is just the start.

(Just as an extra, I didn't realise that Terence Trent D'Arby had changed his name...)

Is it the flu or is it a cold? I get really sick of people saying they have flu when it's not. Flu is something that Lemsip won't shift. Even flu strength Lemsip. I found a site, just incase you ever wondered what the difference is.

I feel quite poorly today, but it's because I spent the afternoon cooped up with 27 sticky, sneezing 4 year olds. It was one of those days where I felt irritated. I asked one child to get the mud off his shoes and he went through, into the toilet. He was gone for some time and when I went to retrieve him, he looked quite worried. I noticed he was sans shoes and then saw what he had done. He had submerged his shoes into a full sink of water. He thought I had told him to wash his shoes. The thing is, I'm supposed to be teaching 'listening skills' to these kiddies. But he's a boy, and he'll grow into the man. I'd like to think he'll listen by then but...