Island Girl or Tiny Dancer?

I wonder if one could get an entire years worth of blog titles out of Elton John songs. And if i did, i wonder how long it would be before the blood curling screams of P2 would actually be audible in Pboro?

Speaking of P2 (and P1) i really have to write down the utterly ridiculous dream i had last night, mainly because it made rather a change to be dreaming anything so lighthearted 🙄 it went like this

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(scroll down if you’ve never met me, Max, Alison, Chris, Sarah or Steve)

The 6 of us are sitting in some kind of casino when suddenly a heist of a type seems to take place. In amongst all the robbing etc, the 6 of us are given something of a going over and rather roughly treated. However, when it is all over, Chris and Alison dust themselves off and saunter off, followed by S&S and a rather surprised me and Max. Cue Oceans 11 fountain moment where Chris says “right, lets go off and divide up the cash then” and it turns out the whole thing has been an elaborate plot hatched by him and Alison to make millions, aided by S&S who provided the gambling know-how. (Clearly in retrospect this is all a bit random but it seemed complicated at the time).

Max and i protest in outrage at being hauled in on such a thing without our knowledge and refuse any part of the money, while Chris rolls his eyes at me being rather distressed at being duffed up, given they were apparently just acting and not really going to hurt us. However, at this moment the FBI (?) turn up to arrest us all, where Chris does do the decent thing and tells them me and Max were innocent bystanders – and we get to go home to all the kids while they are carted off.

All this ended with me trying to make a phone call to Alisons mother (never easy in a dream) to explain, who comes round just as Alison is brought over to collect 8 years worth of clothes for her sentence. Alison asks her mum to adopt the kids, but she can’t as she’s doing a catering course, so i agree to adopt them instead, get into a panic at trying to drive their car and end up sat on a petrol pump eating chocolate while the 8 children run amok in a Little Chef.

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If nothing else, this should have told me the day was going to be fraught with incidental irritation. 🙄 so i will therefore gloss over the fact that thanks to Josie i had to restart my computer 6 times to get the wireless and printer working, she turned off the phone which had to be restarted 3 times, i forgot my password to my online postage docketing system and all of that happened in the 20 minutes that i had assigned myself for weighing and stamping the 29 parcels that i packed last night. The postman was coming at 12, so there was no leeway and i was going just about stir crazy!

Oh well, yesterday WAS lovely – and would be better with photos except i have managed to lose that bit of the camera lead again. However, i left the girls a challenge on the dining room table, along with a large piece of card and several boxes of HappyMais. The challenge was to construct and island with a particular number of items on it. The did it and it was just brilliant! Will blog it better later. Planning to use it for a variety of mapping/maths ideas over the next few days.

Also had an annoying conversation with a business advisor from the bank, who phoned to offer to reduce my rates of fees (very nice) but rather let himself down by ending every sentence with “isn’t it” regardless of whether it was grammatically correct or not 🙄 At one point i temporarily forgot i wasn’t speaking to one of the children and actually corrected him to “wasn’t it” 😳

Today started with the girls doing tap practise in the kitchen as Primary Tap is coming up and Moo is really struggling with it – Fran did a great job with her and helped her lots. Then i wrestled with the computer while everyone did normals, had several lovely plays with Josie (who is showing herself to be a child with siblings by saying “mummy, you know what?” a lot), we tidied up, listened to more Narnia and eventually went out swimming. Noticed the boy who has been lurking (in a situation so exactly similar to one blogged elsewhere i won’t bother repeating it) and who i complained about last week (because he is SO over 8 and just stands and stares at my 3 without even blinking) was now changing in a cubicle – and then had another fruitless “please let me give you my money” conversation with the swimming office, who need requests to keep having lessons chewed, digested, signed in triplicate with blood and buried in peat for 3 months before they’ll access their impenetrable database for you.

Oh – and did have a mildly entertaining conversation with the big two, who had got slightly confused between the “outer atmosphere”, the “northern hemisphere” and the “outer hebrides”… .ah well……..

But i did treat myself with my earnings from last month by buying this painting 🙂 and an accounting package 🙄

Ended the evening by going nearly loopy when i found all the posts from mine, Sarah’s, Jax’s and Joyces blogs (but nothing else) had gone completely missing – only to find my browser (or more probably Josie) had disabled cookies in some odd fashion so that i couldn’t see anything. Daresay it WAS Josie – with one hand smack she managed to get my inbox to sort inself into a set of folders that organises my mail into days and weeks the other day – it’s great, but i have no idea HOW to do it again.