It’s Friday morning. The school office is really cold and dark and miserable. Since I handed my notice in I have not had even one single second of doubt that it was the right thing to do. I should really enjoy these three hours four times a week to myself, with internet access. I should be blogging, writing, researching crofting stuff and being all productive. Instead I feel stunted and bleak and just miserable in this environment. It’s like being back at school on the longest, greyest, wet play in the morning so all the rowdiest kids are even more crazy for not getting a run around, afternoon full of the most tedious subject ahead and someone threw up on their desk so the classroom smells of a combination of vomit and dettol type school days. Were I to sum it up in one word ‘meh’ would be it.
So it’s totally for the best I am getting out in 7 week time! I bottled out explaining all this to my parents and have told my dad that the contract (which genuinely is temporary) runs out at the end of the school year so when the proper teacher comes back they won’t need me. I did say I was relieved anyway because I hate it though – I just can’t bring myself to answer the questions about quite why I am giving up a paying job!
So Chris and Julie are here which is mostly lovely. They have brought A Cold with them, of course. So both Davies and Scarlett now have a cold and because of the chest infection of doom, nebuliser, steroids and antibotics experience of last year for me I am super paranoid about colds now and have lost sight of the fact that we always used to have colds too and now have the common cold virus on a par with leprosy! I’ll let you know as soon as I get diagnosed, my prediction is Sunday.
Scarlett is enjoying Maisie being here, Davies is mostly enjoying Jack being here although he walked home with me last night and mostly just ranted about Jack so I think two weeks will be sufficient exposure…
What else is going on? We moved the chicken house after we lost all four hatched chicks. One was found dead, the other just disappeared. Not sure whether they drowned in the mud, got taken by crows or rats or if one of the other chickens (either the mother hen or possibly Dave the cockerel) might have killed them. The hen has hatched another three though and was out scratching about with them this morning and looking all happy and healthy so fingers crossed. Okay, scratch that Ady’s just rung me to say a hooded crow just took them all. I can’t believe that’s seven chicks that poor hen has hatched and lost 🙁 🙁 🙁 Next step I guess is to pen any more so the crows can’t get them.
The piglets are doing fine – Gav wants to buy two and we’ll keep two, we have already agreed with Marcel that he will ‘do the deed’ and we’ll process them when the time comes.
Hmm, the chick phonecall has now got me in tears so I’ll finish – this is turning into a bleak blog post which is not what I intended to write.
Xxxx
Comment by Mich — 10 May 2013 @ 9:47 am
Oh babe, that’s grim 🙁 Bastard crows 🙁
Comment by Alison — 11 May 2013 @ 9:47 am
x x x
Comment by hharicot — 16 May 2013 @ 10:20 pm
🙁 and some more kisses
Comment by Barbara — 19 May 2013 @ 5:03 pm