This
is how a day should end, not with a bang but a long drawn out suspiration of
anticipation leading up to the time of escape.
It is
always a
And that was where I finished typing the
day before yesterday! There is a bone
weary emptiness of fatigue that only a teacher knows! And that was me at the end of the day
yesterday. I didn’t even manage to drink
a reviving cup of tea before the siren call of my bed was too alluring and I succumbed.
As is usual in a fractured week (we came
back on Wednesday) the tiredness quotient is much higher than in a normal
week. I must emphasise that does not
mean that I want fewer days’ holiday to ensure a Monday start, but it is a fact
of scholastic life that a mid-week start means more than a week’s worth of
fatigue waiting for you by the weekend!
This weekend I have a demonstration and a
birthday party – both on the same day and so I am going to have to juggle
things if the day is to work out satisfactorily for all concerned!
To lighten my mood I have sent away for a
box of goodies from Amazon. The CDs are
there to fuel the cultural element in my daily treks to school and the books
because they are books and I am not suddenly going to start rejecting the drug
of choice that I have been taking all my life!
If I could find an effective hand-held dog barking repellent it would be
the final detail which would make my life more complete and more importantly
tranquil.
On the anti-animal front I shocked The
Family by purchasing a power water pistol for use against the marauding cats
who whip up our local dogs to frenzies of unbearable noise. As many of our local canine pests are of
rattish derivation the noises they make range from recognizable barks to other
worldly creaks and squeaks so it is therefore imperative for these animals to
have a relaxing environment so that they do not feel the need to use their
vocal chords to signify to their uncaring owners that they have sighted a
canine intruder – or whatever it is that produces the sounds by the inbred
grotesques by which we are surrounded.
I have tested my new weapon, and from the
kitchen window the kill-zone reaches to the furthest limits of our
demesne. I think that another loaded
water pistol by the gate will allow me to soak the moggies if they ever (as
they do) dare get into the back garden.
And cats, having grossly inflated ideas of their own significance, are
quite prepared to move only a humiliatingly small distance away from a gesticulating
owner and then sit and wash their paws. When
I have finished with them they will look as though the have been washing a
bloody sight more than their paws!
And that was where I finished typing
yesterday.
Today has dawned sunny with only the creak
of some rat-dog to spoil the beauty of the sun.
Barcelona for the demonstration and then
Terrassa for a birthday celebration.
Never a dull day for me! Though
tiring – always!
The meeting point for the demonstration was
unknown to my GPS and so I had to guess my way there. Driving down the Diagonal is always
frustrating at the best of times but is especially intolerable when you are
pressed for time. I made a unilateral
decision that the Jardins de Gracia where at the junction with the Diagonal and
looked for a parking place near there.
Amazingly the place I found, or rather
waited for when I saw a driver leaving his place, was near a Gaudi house and
therefore not something which one would have expected to have found. It was very tight, but I made it (under
pressure) with relative ease. And even
the parking charges were not excessive.
I asked a very helpful lady who walked me
through the steps to getting my parking ticket to point me in the direction of
the Jardins and after a couple of minutes walk I was there!
Our demonstration was relatively small and
very middle class. We were all teachers
and their familiars and very select too.
I met Steve who was arranging the whole demo and he gave me a rakish red
cap to wear.
When, eventually we were ready to set off I
collected a red CCOO flag and was good to go.
When we were about to start I was ordered by Steve to hold the banner at
the front of the march so, with red hat, red flag and red whistle I could well
be on the news this evening looking mildly uncomfortable by resolutely holding
my share of our Union banner!
We marched to the offices of the regulatory
body and dumped symbolic sacks of the worry that anybody working in the
educational sector has as a normal part of their professional life.
While the sacks were piled up against the
entrance to the doors and during the speeches that were being made, in the best
traditions of slapstick a charlady appeared and started throwing the sacks away
while haranguing the organizers no doubt bringing up concepts of Health &
Safety and things of that sort. It added
just that touch of farce to an otherwise important situation!
Toni has wrapped his sister’s birthday
present and even bought his Mother’s Day flowers which were wrapped in the
garden centre. We are now ready to go to
Terrassa and Toni is of course packing the portable computer which he uses to
watch pay-for-view Barça games for free.
How I am going to stay awake for the next
few hours I do not know and I will have to rely on the car’s memory of the way
back to get me home!
And to top everything the Chief Scumbag has
been seen next door. This is disastrous
as it means that the whole Family Scumbag must be getting ready for their
intolerable summer stay.
Horrible thought!
Let me push that to the back of my mind and
look forward to the birthday party!
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