Helping...or screwing? Both fun options...

Ah, bliss. A whole hour of faffing about not doing things I am supposed to be doing before lunch. My class and I tackled the tricky subject of telling the time today and it was crap, quite frankly. I was a little backwards myself when it came to reading clocks and I'm sure I was at least ten before I had the whole thing down. That and shoelaces. I can do all of those things now, of course, but it does remind me of the inability to achieve.

It's been a stressful week at work with my usual heady mix of paranoia and foul mood. The boys are feeling exactly the same and so there are rows going on all the time. Joy. Bring on whatever parts of the Christmas holidays we get! Everyone's usually here for Christmas, so it's not too bad to work it when you know all around you are also suffering.

I am feeling the grind today. It's not often that I have nothing positive to feel on a weekend, but there it is. I spent a happy day at the allotment yesterday planting tulips with The Pook and this gave me a lovely chance to forget all my many woes in all the excitement of raking and digging and shovelling shit, quite literally. Plus we also discovered the joys of playing Starsky and Hutch on the Xbox 360 and that also helped with all the stress. I am the blond one without the terrifying cardie. Perhaps Hutch. I never watched it and am therefore completely unable to tell the difference between them. I get to attempt to shoot all the targets whilst The Pook does all the driving. Once I'd stopped trying to steer the car with my target sighting, I managed to produce some stellar shooting. There's all these weird levels like episodes. The first level took us about 8 goes before we managed to complete our objective. 'Stop a speeding blue car using any means necessary'. Evidently we were very much in the Starsky and Hutch vibe as we kept shouting things like 'Ram him! Ram him!' and 'Shoot him in the face!' Best of all was the moment when we lost the blue car (cue much yelling at each other) and then he reappeared... ON FIRE! That's one hell of a game, right there.

Then we settled in for a charming afternoon of watching Strictly Come Dancing and Merlin. I have grown rather attached to Arthur who is decidedly pretty, but alas looks no older than 17, which makes me feel a little like an old pervert. Carry on. Was rather an odd episode with people being challenged by this 'black knight'. Then every character we'd never seen before came forward to challenge him. "I am Sir Instantly forgetable and I accept your challenge!" or "I am Sir Ethnic Minority and I accept your challenge!" On and on it went like an unstoppable game of 'spot the stiff' and all the time you're wondering if it is at all possible that Richard Wilson's right eyebrow could advance any further into his ridiculous wig. ...and then it does.

God, I'm not sure it's that much better than Robin Hood (which blew goats, quite frankly) but there is that Arthur chap who is very decorative and Richard Wilson's right eyebrow, which steals the show. So, yeah. It's better.

In other news:

Tesco man 1: Would you like a bag?
Giggling drunk girls: No, we're helping the environment.
Tesco man 2 puts my bottle of booze and bottle of coke into not one, but two plastic bags without asking.
Me: Ah. I see I'll be screwing the environment this evening.

Not to worry folks, I am bag recycler extraordinaire!