Month: March 2019

Disparaging remarks at work today about my superfluity of name badges.

I thought a few days ago that my last swim of the year was behind me,

There’s a boy on my daughter’s floor* at her hostel who, when he’s had too

With the threat of a class full of year 10 students looking at my blog

Katie rolled in something noxious and repellent within ten seconds of

There is a raisin* in my free lunch. As if

Someone tried to English-splain the phrase “ear worm” to me the other

Young people will probably have no idea what’s going on here – the rest of you may recognize it’s me desperately trying to get my stupid bloody ballpoint pen to work.

So, the French Film Festival has finished.

I have a pair of socks marked “L” and “R” , but they’re only correct about 50% of the time, so not that useful.