This has not been good week. I have had an attack of the meandering mental messages messing up my mouth ( thats alliteration by the by).
Stuttered speech ( alliteration ...getting good at this). Anyway given that I havent had to hold a conversation with anybody today ( son doesnt count..monosyllabic ( which I picture as an octopus)).
Son is disappointed as he went on look round training day and is first reserve ..which you and I know means nothing.
Ofsted has been and gone...nowt to do with me didnt see any of them. Had an interesting week. Learnt a new technique called " Duck".
Oh and whilst I was driving I had a bit of inspiration or cloud cuckoo land ( you dont hear that phrase very much now...is it not PC ..have the cuckoos complained...having said that you dont hear them either)
Which brings me on to another thought.. We asked kids what noise they hate and Drama teacher ( shes fun but dont tell her I said so... Im not supposed to understand fun/smile or have sense of humour...little do they know :-) and still havent found emocions. Digress..my daughter would disagree she would say my humour is strange..come to think of it so does his lordship..but hes one who cracks bad jokes ( dont tell him I said so...he thinks hes funny)...anyway back to the noise the kids hate. Drama teacher said Nails on a blackboard but I stated that if se thought about it the kids probably didnt know what a blackboard was let alone the noise that scraping fingernails made ( I can feel people of a certain age cringing)
Oh back to the original thought a paragraph back
For I have thought of distant stars where dreams dance their pirouettes and bring the hope of morning
make of that what you will
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