listening to the inner woman

It was definitely new shoes.

Horses are dangerous

I went to see Kelly Marks last Friday and fell over a chair getting to my seat.

rant 2

Ha! I bet you wish (all 4 of you very kind people) that I’d stayed away!

Today's question is: do you go into public buildings eh? Libraries, Town Halls, god forbid schools etc? Well do you?

Keep your eyes peeled because this October every public building over 1000 square metres must display an Energy Certificate!

How wonderful. This is sure to make us all so much more efficient. What an enterprising ruse by the government to spend tax payers’ money on another brainless scheme. And furthermore there are no consequences if you come out badly! But, there is a £1000 fine if you don’t display your certificate. Scary eh? What total f*ckwit thinks these things up?

Here at my jolly little public (sic) school it will cost us in the region £1600. Which we don’t have (it’s those expensive pencils again). In a fit of pique (the flags set me off) I emailed the DCFS and the Energy Commission and asked if there was additional funding available towards the cost.

I had a very long and wordy response which basically said that they couldn’t afford it and it was the responsibility of the occupier. (Who do they think we work for?)

I’m going with the fine then, we’ll be quids in as far as I can see.

shhhhhh this is a secret

I could write all I know about royalty on the top of a small crown.

I know Harold got it in the eye then William took over and taught us all French. I have a bit of a knowledge gap then until Henry VIII but logic dictates there must have been 7 before him. I do believe he was the father of Liz the once (but denied it hotly) although the Scottish preferred Mary. I’m a bit woolly until mad George who I’ve only heard of because Sir Humphrey was so marvellous playing him, and then there was the fella that preferred a bit of Yankee skirt and his brother, and finally onto our present incumbent who has been on the throne for ever. You would think the doctors would have found a cure by now.

Which brings me to the very interesting fact that in a couple of weeks we are getting a visit from Betty (probably via her good friend VS cos we’re only just over the border from Royal Hampshire). I know this because I have just unpacked a box of 350 flags of the Union for the waving thereof by the small children of the tax payers whose dosh was used to purchase said flags via the Ministry of Deference. Now I have nothing against a bit of by jingoism when it comes to our rugby/cricket/football/any sport except darts teams, but I am becoming less and less enamoured with public cost of ‘protecting’ those who can afford it themselves and quite frankly I can’t say I’d be mightily fed up if someone blew one or two of them away. I most certainly don’t condone (and do have a problem with) the use of public funds for sodding flags when here at school I can’t afford to buy enough pencils for the flag waving children to learn to write with.

(or buy any History books!)

I have volunteered to stay at work, working.

guess who won