Well, what can I say? The year is passing me by in a blur and I don't seem to have done very much at all. It's a lovely day outside. My summer holiday is almost over but I am, in a strange way, looking forward to meeting my new kiddies. It's quite a big class but nevermind.
We went to France, well Normandy to be more specific, for two weeks. Nadia and Kev came too and the 4 of us were holed up in a rather small and very intimate gite. What the company had failed to point out was the master bedroom was separated from the living room by a curtain. Nadia and Kev were in the living room on a rickety sofa bed. Jon and me did one week on the most noisy bunk beds ever, and then blagged the lovely double bed. Being separated by only a curtain allowed us to hear the ongoing saga and Nad and Kev's gut problems. The curtain, not only let in the sounds, but the smells too. I fear that soya agrees with very few people but even so... (sorry Nad!)
I also managed a week in Syria. Got my first Syrian passport. Mum is down as Boulin, not Pauline, and I'm unemployed and illiterate. That's what it says. I've started to give Arabic a serious go. But it is so bloody difficult. There are many words that we just don't have. I think I'm at the 1 year old stage. I can recognise the odd word. Ana moudrissa atfal. I'm teacher small children, literally. They don't bother with in, and, of and so on. And they have a specific word for the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow.
Hmmmmm. What else. I have a lovely car, not from Virgin Cars. Got it from t'garage down road. Should have gone there in the first place. Silly bint. Bint is Arabic for woman by the way.
Can you believe that I'm still bloody married. It's taken nearly two years and we should have been able to get it done and dusted in 3 months. The whys and wherefores are too complicated to go into but suffice it to say; if you want something doing properly (and quickly) then do it yourself. And yes, Kate did tell me to. But I did not heed her warnings. I trusted the man to get on with it.
I'm off to hang some pictures up. I'm going for the full on boudoir look. Poor Jon. He doesn't half have a lot to put up with. Still, I'm sure pink, sparkle and fluff does good things to the mind.
We went to France, well Normandy to be more specific, for two weeks. Nadia and Kev came too and the 4 of us were holed up in a rather small and very intimate gite. What the company had failed to point out was the master bedroom was separated from the living room by a curtain. Nadia and Kev were in the living room on a rickety sofa bed. Jon and me did one week on the most noisy bunk beds ever, and then blagged the lovely double bed. Being separated by only a curtain allowed us to hear the ongoing saga and Nad and Kev's gut problems. The curtain, not only let in the sounds, but the smells too. I fear that soya agrees with very few people but even so... (sorry Nad!)
I also managed a week in Syria. Got my first Syrian passport. Mum is down as Boulin, not Pauline, and I'm unemployed and illiterate. That's what it says. I've started to give Arabic a serious go. But it is so bloody difficult. There are many words that we just don't have. I think I'm at the 1 year old stage. I can recognise the odd word. Ana moudrissa atfal. I'm teacher small children, literally. They don't bother with in, and, of and so on. And they have a specific word for the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow.
Hmmmmm. What else. I have a lovely car, not from Virgin Cars. Got it from t'garage down road. Should have gone there in the first place. Silly bint. Bint is Arabic for woman by the way.
Can you believe that I'm still bloody married. It's taken nearly two years and we should have been able to get it done and dusted in 3 months. The whys and wherefores are too complicated to go into but suffice it to say; if you want something doing properly (and quickly) then do it yourself. And yes, Kate did tell me to. But I did not heed her warnings. I trusted the man to get on with it.
I'm off to hang some pictures up. I'm going for the full on boudoir look. Poor Jon. He doesn't half have a lot to put up with. Still, I'm sure pink, sparkle and fluff does good things to the mind.
