And, by extension, that means I’m living in Hell. It certainly feels that way at times. Especially when I have to share the roads with the mums in 4×4 chariots. I believe these lethal brutes are known, in London, as “Chelsea Tractors.” Across the ditch, New Zealanders call them “Remuera Bitch Boxes.”
And there are certain times and days when, if you are smart (or have a choice) you stay OFF the roads. Unfortunately, on three mornings I do not have that choice.
Well, I suppose I could leave home super-early and then twiddle my thumbs til classes begin…
This is probably the closest I’ll get to apple blossom in this climate…
I have to make sure these are hooked up clear of the car before I reverse
And because I sometimes have dangerously silly moments ( Kite surfing may be one of them…)I’m inclined to agree to things that, perhaps, I shouldn’t.
I know some of you follow Andrea Joseph’s blog so if you do you’ll know that, starting November 3, she did a series of sketches of an old school desk.
And this is where the dangerously silly moment occurred. See, I thought to myself: “Gosh! Drawing a crappy old school desk can’t be beyond me.”
Now, I am more what you’d call a scribbler than an artist. That’s scribbler, as in child -with- crayon. Definitely NOT an artist. Not like Andrea Joseph. Oh, no! So what the bejeezlehoop made me do this? Worse – what made me tell Andrea Jospeh I intended to draw my desk! (And she, bless her little pencil shavings, has held me to it!)
So, taking a deep breath, here is an old school desk. From memory. Not all the marks on it were made be me but, 50 years on, I’m probably safe from detention if I admit to one or two.
Actually, our desks were remarkably free of graffiti; we wrote and drew all over our exercise books, but most of us were too timid to carve love hearts on desks. And, anyway, the relationships that, on Friday were “for life” were often forgotten by Monday!
Next time I’m tempted to emulate someone I hope one of you will smack me, upside the head!