The raspberry harvest is nagging, Obama is on his own and I can't help, the dogs ear is looking dodgy again, and will French native speakers be able to sing the wonderful but complex Beyonce version of swing low sweet chariot in my new singing class. It's looking like another sleepless night.
Especially after Drummer boy's reaction when I told him about one of my English classes for technical students on vocational courses. "Mum, you must be really firm with them," he cried in horror. "We used to be awful, but they will be even worse. The first thing you must do is find out what the punishments are."
"And they will probably be enormous and quite old", he added as an afterthought.
Well that's alright then... I'll pop in to the hunting shop first thing Monday morning and stock up on defensive weapons.
2 days ago