Handwashinggate

Well the school is currently in the grip of handwashing obsession. Which you'd think would mean that everyone was washing their hands as much as possible. No. I am going around nagging all and sundry. Boys are dirty. It's mostly an attempt to stop getting a bloody cold every five minutes. I think I'm managing to shake one off as we speak. Tuesdays are a nice day for me. I don't have to teach much, but I do have to go into lunch. Worse luck...



Having realised that I am now too fat to comfortably wear my favourite skirt, I have had to take drastic (ish) measures. Annoying, seeing as I have been out to eat more in the past week than I have in the past eight weeks of summer! I have been fairly good and eaten a salad for the most part. Washed down with large quantities of high calorie wine I have conveniently forgotten. Still, I had an excellent evening last night with two of my oldest (in terms of aquaintance) buddies; Angus and Mavis. Of course it seemed like an excellent idea to bookend the night of three bottles of rose wine with two large tequilas. Very well done. I regretted it briefly this morning when the alarm went off just before six. GAH! However, apart from doing a series of wine flavour belches, I now feel fine and dandy. Whether I smell like an alcoholic's cast offs or not. ...I don't. Showering is important!!



Exciting update: I have just burped. It was unfragranced. Good times.