Not crazy in love. Just plain crazy.

It's been a long-ass summer. I'm really not sure whether I'm glad to be back at work or not. I've been dealing with the feeling of being a little bit lost and confused for reasons best not known to anyone else by either being completely down in the dumps or in full on hysterics. Much though I suspected that returning to work would be a total pain in the arse, getting to hang out with the boys has been so much fun this week that I don't think I could have managed without them. Not that my recent behaviour at the lunch and supper table will be getting me anymore responsibility or respect about the workplace. Wednesday lunchtime's pea extravaganza pretty much put paid to that. Yesterday at supper, the very idea of a film called plainly "ASS" rendered me completely unable to eat the large tomato I had recently put into my mouth. These are 12 year olds! Who gave them the right to be so goddamn funny?

Then they were asking each other for the ketchup in French. Incidentally, in case you didn't know, the french for ketchup is "Le 'chup". Hearing someone say "Ah, le 'chup. Por vous" in an affectionate tone really cracked me up. Not to mention that later the same day, the year 6 boys and I completely fell about laughing at the naked people in the Science text book. Very 70s. As I said to them once we'd recovered, 'I really will have to grow up some time soon.'

Well. That's the plan, anyway.

In other news: what is this whole 'sticky keys' thing? How many people press the shift key 5 times in a row regularly? Try it! It's like a secret weapon hidden on your keyboard.