Disastrous Mistake

I'll be the first to admit that I'm getting old.

Normal Service Will be Resumed as Soon as Possible.

Sorry for the interruption.

Not Well

Not well.

Ringo Rattles Off

On Wednesday mornings, between the far-too-early times of 08:15 and 09:25, we, the Saintéd staff of Nuova Lazio High School (NLHS) are treated to a pedagogically uplifting presentation/diatribe/lecture/interactive bloody session, or what other type of communication is deemed suitable for our edification.

Observations from the Chalkface

Observations from the perspective of experience, wisdom and a soul-searing cynicism.

Peanuts

I awoke early this morning.  My Beloved was snoring and dribbling gently into her pillow beside me.

The Spectacle Scrote

I went swimming with my Beloved last night.

Soap 'n' a Ringo

Tracy, a sometime visitor (not to be confused with Tracey) and commentator on m'blog mentioned in a comment how she would appreciate my invaluable insights into soap.

Ringo and A Tutorial for The Curmudgeon

We had an after school meeting today.

Strange Sopranos and Vacuuming

Bada Bing

I was working on my usual Sunday chores.  Vacuuming and ironing.

Turkey

Gobble-gobble (Which is turkey speak for WTF is that red thing hanging down over my eyes)

Turkey is one of those words which can have many contextual meanings.

Why Can't They Make Up Their (little) Minds (Part Deux)

Last month I told you about the gruesome journey that was the booking/unbooking/rebooking/unbooking/rebooking again nightmare that was my Beloved attempting to help me buy her air tickets to the UK.  (See Why Can't They Make Up Their (little) Minds)

Advertising

Strange how adverts have changed over the years.

I somehow cannot see this being used today

There was a time, many years ago when I worked *shamefaced shuffle* in sales and marketing.

Menopause, Poetry and Potatoes.

My Beloved asked me to do something really outrageous .

All is Sweetness and Light

What a lovely day!

Sometimes it's almost worthwhile

I'm a teacher.