10:04 p.m. - Sunday, Apr. 04, 2004
Human yo-yo
Hello girls. It’s me again.

OK, this is my diary, so you probably guessed that.

And guess what else? I’m off again TOMORROW! To the sort of south. I have an interview on Tuesday at a teaching college (and a Methodist one, at that!), and it is too far to go on Tuesday, so we’re having an overnight P family jaunt.

I wonder if I’ll get in? I don’t even know if want to. I want them to want me, and I suppose I want a sense of purpose. And I want to be in a classroom. But it means the end of my exciting plans to save the world next year. I am planning a big adventure next summer if I do decide to train. And being back with kids will be fantastic. I am me with kids. I make them laugh, and they make me laugh, and altogether I am meant to be in a classroom inspiring and inciting and enjoying and appreciating and teaching and learning. Gosh! That just fell out of my fingers! I had no idea I felt that strongly.

Oh, and I’m off again on Thursday or Friday til Monday. To Bob’s for Easter, where baby niece snuggling and board games will abound. Poor diary. I miss you when I’m away.

I’ve been a bit sad today, and last night, and the TV is NOT HELPING. Eastenders was depressing, and now I’m watching a show featuring a suicidal mother killing herself and her two children. Crikey! But I kind of like the way it’s excessive. Throughout my illness I’ve been helped by overblown misery. I mean, there comes a point when you just have to laugh. Like the scary doctor who told me at my worst that I had unresolved ISSUES, should COME OFF my tablets and sort myself OUT and be MORE ORGANISED. He then roared, morphed into a T rex and dragged my limp body through the surgery howling with glee. One less insult and he would have floored my mood for a week. As it was, I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, what if he’d had someone genuinely suicidal?? This was the guy’s idea of bedside manner! What a doctor! So even the death filled TV today is making me snigger.

The mice are well. I tried them with a lump of cheese at lunch time and it definitely got the paws up from Miss Martha mouse. So, the stereotype is true. A nice bit of Red Leicester and my mouse is anyone’s. I love my mice. They are very beautiful and shiny and cute. I love the way they sit on my palm and wash their whiskers and between their toes. Seems mouse toe gaps need lots of maintenance.

I am knitting a small teddy at the moment. I’ve already made a bit of a mistake, but I think he will be cute nonetheless. He has no home waiting for him though. Anyone think of a nice home for a small cream hand knitted bear? Or a nice use. He really is small, skinny and about 6 inches tall. I don’t think he’ll be very good to play with, but hopefully cute to look at. He will have a nice cherry red scarf too.

Oh shut up miserable TV show. You are meant to be light entertainment! Not a show that needs an advert for the Samaritans over the closing titles.

I’m off to be miserable somewhere else. What with the news being sad, I feel like my whole life is sad. This is what is usually known as a ring Bob moment.

(also, must than augustdreams for bringing this little copywrite button to my attention)

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