4 days a week

noel edmonds

Hola. Hope you are well.

On last week’s blog post, I mentioned how I wanted to work 4 days a week. On this week’s blog post I can exclusively announce that I will be working in a specialist school, until the summer for 4 days a week, Mon-Thurs. The school wanted me to do 5 days a week, but for once I stuck to my guns and they agreed on 4. It’s almost as if I put the idea of working 4 days a week into the ether and now it has come true. It’s a little like Cosmic Ordering, something Noel Edmonds believes in. I think that’s where my similarity with Noel ends. Feel free to try this cosmic ordering and let me know your results, cheers.

Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate that saying I only want to work 4 days a week, does make me appear precious (and not the precious from the film Precious). For example, when I rang the agency and said “Ideally I’d like to work 4 days a week”, I’m sure I heard the woman on the other end laugh.

To be honest I wasn’t completely honest with the woman at the agency because ideally I wouldn’t have to work at all. If I could, I would whittle down the days I work one day at a time. This did make me think, if I only had to work one day a week, which day would I choose. I decided on Tuesday, cos it’s early in the week but it’s not Monday (everyone hates Mondays) but it would leave me the rest of the week free to do what ever else I wanted. Feel free to let me know what day you would choose if you only had to work one day a week.

Also on last week’s blog, I mentioned I would be going swimming with the children. As it turned out I didn’t do lots of swimming, I did plenty of hanging around the sides, I threw a few balls and attempted to look like I belonged in the pool. In some ways it was nice to realise that my opinions on swimming haven’t changed during the years of my inactivity. I still think it’s wrong, from when you get in the pool and the water is too cool for your body to the fact that you can drown. I will go as far as to say if humans were supposed to swim, we would have gills and get served up on Good Friday. I’m back in the pool this Wednesday.

The only other notable thing to happen at swimming was when I appeared from the cubicle in my trunks, the teacher (female) said, “aargh”. I think after laughter, pity is the next worse sound you want to hear when you are in a state of undress.

In other news, I am writing this blog in a internet cafe ( I did the first half in a library). I’m doing this as our laptop is not functioning as it should. ‘Her With One Permanent Job’ who is not technical, but generally more technical than I am, says it’s something to do with the Firewall. This is backed up by the fact that when the Firewall is off, we can access the internet but when it’s on we can’t. If anyone reading this has any solutions they can pass on, they would be gratefully received. Cheers

And finally… On last week’s blog post I forgot to mention how many fish fingers we had in the flat. So annoyed were the British public that they came to London in their droves this weekend to voice their annoyance. So bowing to the pressure, I can tell you that from the original 77 we had, we now have 28 . Hopefully that will pacify the protestors.

Til next week, stay safe!