I was given these today as a gesture of kindness from a friend at work, which I assume says:-
“FFS woman get a grip, cheer up and stop looking like a wet weekend in Whitley Bay”
That’s a Hallmark sentiment you just don’t seem to be able to find in a card.
Luckily I am easily distracted from my natural misery by colourful things. So these will help beat off the black dog for a while.
So my black dog blues are being kept a bay for the day by colourful blooms and also watching BBC3’s ‘Tough Young Teachers’ (working title – ‘WTF were you thinking?‘). A project where hot young public school graduates with 6 weeks teacher training and no classroom experience (you heard me!) are set to work in some tough inner-city high schools. (I accurately predicted it would be on for 10 minutes before one of them cried).
I instantly feel better about myself and my capabilities, although no doubt the end result will be a propaganda-fuelled love-up about how fab they all were and that this is the future of teacher training.
However I am sightly disconcerted that 36 hours after altering my Facebook profile picture to this….
… that nobody has commented or apparently, even noticed!
I stole it from:-
With apology to whoever this girl actually is. It’s funny because it could actually be me from when I was younger, had I worn glasses at about that age, I am pretty sure that’s what they would have looked like. The hair is a dead ringer. I shit you not! (Which probably explains why nobody has thought to comment).