Little Events in my Monday

I got the bus today as it was snowing in the morning. At lunchtime I was glad I had as it started to snow quite hard. I took my big camera to work,  and love these grey snowy shots from the roof terrace. The snow carried on for a while, but, disappointingly turned to cold rain by home time. It also didn't prevent the person coming to train us in how to use an excel programme to input and analyse our assessment data, from getting to the school. Added to the huge boredom of the meeting I also had terrible pains in my stomach which I think were actually indigestion, and which lasted exactly the duration of the meeting. Maybe they were boredom pains I don't know. Some people's eyes light up and an excited tone creeps into their voice when they consider excel and data analysation. I am afraid I am not one of them. Ah well, at least it is over! Back in the car tomorrow as it is just supposed to be cold. Disappointing!

This is the building of the other school we were at last year.

Black, White and Grey

Chequerboard steps in Greenwich in need of a clean.
Sun silhouetting buildings.
Typewriters in the market.

Primary Colours

Blue boy likes the daffodils. Snow is forecast, but somewhere it is Spring. Probably in a Dutch polytunnel but now on my table. About to watch a no doubt awful, made for t.v film called 'Snowmageddon'!

This and That 2

Various faces, mainly of dolls, from my journal, a beautiful morning sky and a tangle of metal. Most of the building is demolished and a huge bashing machine bashes away at the concrete floors, while a monster digger delicately removes the tangle.

Going, Going, Gone

Like a large green metaphor for the Christmas holidays, the Norwegian spruce in Trafalgar Square has gone. It  was lowered to the ground and its lights wound up for another year. I happened to be in Trafalgar Square because we had an inset day in The National Gallery today to find out about the Take One Picture project. It  is a long standing project, where the gallery chooses a picture from its collection for schools to focus on and get whatever they can in the way of cross-curricular goodness from. They then put on an exhibition of some of the submitted work. This year they have chosen 'Bathers at Asnieres'. We had talks from gallery workers, an artist and a tour guide with whom we went around the museum and sat in front of various paintings art student style. I had lunch in the Cafe in the Crypt under St Martin's in the Fields which I love so all in all it wasn't a bad first day back at work. Hope tomorrow is as smooth!

 

I Can't Eat Chocolate Effigies...

...as is proved by the Easter Bunny who has stood on my bedside cabinet since Andy gave him to me at Easter. Added to his gang is Santa and Rudolph. Maybe I will have to harden my heart and eat them soon.

As it is 12th night, I have put away the few remaining decorations apart from these three and some lights which are not necessarily just for Christmas. I have been continuing to clear out things a little at a time. My socks and scarves were this week's achievements. I can't believe how many of both these items I own(ed). Some have now gone to the charity shop, and some (socks) in the bin, and I have transferred some drawers from the back room to the bedroom to accomodate the rest. So now, when I want a cosy pair of socks for evening wear, or a long pair for under my boots I know exactly where to look. I assume this is how many people live but for me it was a huge pile (the base of which was in a large basket which failed to be big enough) of assorted socks, scarves, hats, cardigans, legwarmers and tights into which I would plunge my hand, hoping for the item I searched for to be in there somewhere. I am not exaggerating! If I could organise the rest of our flat so efficiently as the repurposed drawers I am sure that I would save hours of fruitless searching.
I googled my title and found this article. It is called 'Three Weird Santa Candies That Want to Murder You' by Albert Burneko, which, as a title is quite a draw. It does contain some swearing and is very long so if either of these things will upset you don't read it, but it really made me laugh. Here is a quote to give you a taste. Santa becomes something from 'Aliens.'
'' This one, I dunno, this one's more sinister. This one looks like some Lovecraftian horror wearing a bad disguise—doot de doot de doo, pay me no mind, I'm just a happy elf with tentacles dangling out of my neck, can I come inside and slurp desperately at a puddle of honey?—and for as classically Christmasy as that image is, it's not all that appetizing. Even if I didn't quite expect the Cookies 'n' Creme Santa to go skittering across my kitchen table and vanish into an air-conditioning vent, I kept a tennis racket handy anyway.''
I hope that any Christmas chocolate hanging around in your house will soon be consumed, unless of course it has a face.

States of Relaxation

Cassie relaxes while I crochet.