Horizontal rain, lashing winds, and even the ever-persistent Pippa seems to have drawn her own conclusions about the possibility of her daily walk (a big fat ZERO) and is curled up on her bed. It's days like today that I can be semi-grateful that I'm between jobs and I gave myself full permission to wallow in bed this morning, reading and drinking tea and watching the rain hurl itself against the windowpane.
Thankfully this dire weather didn't roll in yesterday and wash out Miss 8.6's school sports day. I went along and took some photos of the cricket-ball throwing, vortex (picture a rugby ball crossed with a fish) tossing and 400 metres (in which Miss 8.6 did very well, even with that patented arm-flinging run of hers) and I was then roped into being the bar lady at the high-jump.
However, two hours trailing after 22 over-excited 8-year olds is quite enough (wedgies, silly voices, fidgeting, daydreaming, farting, burping; you get the picture) and I hereby award their teacher a sackful of gold medals for putting up with them for six hours a day, five days a week.
He is truly a legend.
My own business is very much like not having a job these days...Would that we were neighbors so I could dash over and enjoy a cuppa with you and a nice long chat. I do play the lottery religiously so maybe tomorrow will be our lucky day!
That looks sooooooo Welsh!! ;o)
yep you've gotta give credit to those teachers, some of the students are more than I can handle. Looks like your day was like mine, I spent the morning in bed reading.
@Fruitlady - buy lottery tickers - mmmm, maybe that's what I should do - if I win I'll never have to go to a job interview ever again! And I'll send you tickets to NZ :)
Jo - there are many similarities when you come to think of it! What with the rugby, the rain, the sheep, the fondness for a bit of alchohol...
Amy - Yeah, some of the boys were a handful. So over the top and always roughhousing and generally being idiots! And I thought 8 year old girls were non-stop! Teachers are saints, I tell you.
Great Picture, all dark and somber. I agree all teachers are saints.