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lady_t_220Tripple friend egg chilli chutney sandwich... I feel like I'm having a baby.
[/random chutney-based quotation]
Well at least the vinegar smell has mostly dissipated. But YeGods, it was a close run thing which would do first. The Chutney or my demise through nasal over-stimulation.
The weekend has gone by so fast. Back to work yet again tomorrow, no doubt to face more random literary questions. (Because all my mother has done since she finished reading Body of Work is ask me about my connection to the collective unconsious and waffle about something to do with Saturn and... Pluto, was it? Heck I dunno, I stopped listening when she started trying to convince me I was writing something meaningful. I'm like hell no, woman. I wrote a half-assed thriller and some mediocre porn. You're thinking about this way the hell too hard...)
Like Terry Pratchett is well known for having vaguely commented, sometimes a story is just a story. People who write in and thoughtfully comment that the line "Please open the window" must obviously be a reference to an obscure Czech play last performed in 1954 or whatever are all, sadly, mistaken. Sometimes you just need someone to open a window.
But yes, Monday Monday. Mother is meeting with someone from the LEA regarding that home ed kid whose case she's decided to take up. The school is having fun breaking the law by refusing to de-register him and the maternal unit is all geared-up for some fun and games with stroppy LEA inspectors and, apparently, she wants to drag me into this by, like... bringing me along as an example.
Lucky me.
I'm not sure I'm so shining a case if they're arguing with school inspectors cause I'm kind of a certificate wash-out. Yes I do lots of stuff and if I actually could be bothered I could have gotten double the A-Levels I did, gone to Uni and (har har har) gotten a better job (Yeah cause graduates just walk into employment these days...). But I didn't, so I don't. ;p
*snerks*
Oh I'm such a slacker...
But anyway, yes... that's what I'll be doing tomorrow afternoon apparently. Yey for me.
[/random chutney-based quotation]
Well at least the vinegar smell has mostly dissipated. But YeGods, it was a close run thing which would do first. The Chutney or my demise through nasal over-stimulation.
The weekend has gone by so fast. Back to work yet again tomorrow, no doubt to face more random literary questions. (Because all my mother has done since she finished reading Body of Work is ask me about my connection to the collective unconsious and waffle about something to do with Saturn and... Pluto, was it? Heck I dunno, I stopped listening when she started trying to convince me I was writing something meaningful. I'm like hell no, woman. I wrote a half-assed thriller and some mediocre porn. You're thinking about this way the hell too hard...)
Like Terry Pratchett is well known for having vaguely commented, sometimes a story is just a story. People who write in and thoughtfully comment that the line "Please open the window" must obviously be a reference to an obscure Czech play last performed in 1954 or whatever are all, sadly, mistaken. Sometimes you just need someone to open a window.
But yes, Monday Monday. Mother is meeting with someone from the LEA regarding that home ed kid whose case she's decided to take up. The school is having fun breaking the law by refusing to de-register him and the maternal unit is all geared-up for some fun and games with stroppy LEA inspectors and, apparently, she wants to drag me into this by, like... bringing me along as an example.
Lucky me.
I'm not sure I'm so shining a case if they're arguing with school inspectors cause I'm kind of a certificate wash-out. Yes I do lots of stuff and if I actually could be bothered I could have gotten double the A-Levels I did, gone to Uni and (har har har) gotten a better job (Yeah cause graduates just walk into employment these days...). But I didn't, so I don't. ;p
*snerks*
Oh I'm such a slacker...
But anyway, yes... that's what I'll be doing tomorrow afternoon apparently. Yey for me.
