Monday 19th January.
Trying to swim 100 lengths when you haven’t done any real
swimming for almost a month is a major shock to the system. We made a valiant
attempt but after 60 we gave up, feeling pretty knackered. We had a long gossip
with Sarah after our showering and drying and she seemed really pleased to see
us again. I told her about our month in the Lakes and how we’d done very little
to stretch the muscles. She thought it was funny. I couldn’t see why. She loved
the idea of the lilac room with a rainbow motif. I didn’t go into the LGBT idea
behind it.
At University I was greeted like a long lost friend by
Felice and then, almost immediately afterwards, accused of dobbing her in to
the Uni Authorities over her skiving at the end of December. She has received
an informal warning about her attendance from HR and seemed to think it was my
fault. Hello? If you take off almost a fortnight before the official vacation
dates, then expect the shit to hit the fan but don’t blame me for it! I told her
this, in a more diplomatic manner. I was able to convince her that I, and
probably the whole of the History Faculty, weren’t responsible for her getting
grassed up. In fact most of the faculty don’t even realise she is attached to
it in the first place.
Modern Foreign Languages was more likely to be the source
of her trouble. Mainly (and maybe this was a bit racist) because they seemed to
be a very back-biting sort of bunch! She had to agree that some of the members
were openly hostile to other disciplines with in the faculty. I think she was
persuaded of my innocence in the matter. This is good, as we have to work together
for another year and a half and I AM innocent.
We caught up on each other’s news and then worked out a
schedule of what we needed to get completed by Easter. This took most of the
remaining morning. As though to emphasise there were no hard feelings she
treated us both to a bite in Inox, which was a treat. We usually go somewhere
cheaper!
After lunch Laura and I decamped to XXX & Y where we
went our separate ways in the huge building. (Huge for a solicitors’ that is,
the University Campus dwarfs it!) I had a long catch up with Mrs B about our
holiday and learned all about hers too. She went to escape the winter weather.
I explained our this week’s schedule and she wondered how we managed to do it –
I sometimes wonder too! She was dead keen to hear about the pay as you go
concert and phoned up the Crucible there and then to book two tickets. (2p)
I had an embarrassing chat with Christopher who greeted
me like a puppy greets its owner. Erm, please! I am certain he still has the
hots for me. He is OK but a bit boring really. He doesn’t realise that the more
he behaves the way he does, the less likely I am going to be kind towards him
at all. Why are men such duffers at relationships?
This evening we started seeing our school students again.
This is a great source of fun for all concerned. I think it was great project
to sign up for and it gives us a little extra cash too. Trevor is quite funny
(apart from the comedy name); he is like a little lapdog towards Laura. I think
he has a massive crush on her. I haven’t told her of course, she would be so
embarrassed if she realised.
I did some background reading to the Rubens exhibition we
are off to on the 31st of Jan and also looked up what we could see
that was new at the Brit Mu as well. The Ancient Lives: New Discoveries
exhibition sounded fascinating, so I have bought us tickets for that too. It is
on the way back from the Royal Academy, to King’s Cross Station, so it seemed a
logical stopping off point. We have decided to avoid the big department stores
until our after Christmas bank statements have shown we are back in the black!
I
I was amazed how tired I was by 10.15. I just let Callie
into the back field and then after our shower we hit the charp. Sex was in our
minds but I just couldn’t perform with anything like the commitment it needed,
we decided to just snuggle up and set the world alight in the morning.
Tuesday 20th Jan
Having set the world alight, I walked the dogs and then
we both attempted 100 lengths but managed only 70. Still we’ll be back up to
100 by Friday, weather permitting. The radio forecast for the weather was
pretty grotty. It has not been good while we were away and there is more snow
forecast for the night tonight and then during the day tomorrow. However, I
have begun to take all the official weather forecasts with a huge pinch of salt
as they seem to have started to exaggerate the severity of the weather to cover
themselves against criticism. Maybe I am just an old cynic, but I am sure that
is the case.
Sarah at the pool was in total agreement. She thinks they
are doing the same. If two of us think so, it must be right. Right? Laura
thinks I think about stuff too much. She is quite happy to go with the flow. I
just get angry at being lied to by people who should be telling us the truth. I
find that the Tory party in this country seem to be the biggest liars on the
planet.
For example, look at George Osborne (I know, he’s not a
pretty sight, even to a blind person). This hypocritical twat claims to be
cracking down on tax evasion, yet his own family’s company hides 15% of their
profits abroad just to avoid paying tax on it! I am sorry but if our c*nt of a
chancellor can’t be trusted to do the ‘honourable’ thing with his tax, what
f*cking hope is there for the rest of the tax which is owed to HMRC to ever be
claimed back? What is even more galling
is this information is the in the public domain, why don’t people who interview
the snivelling little shite ask him about this all the time? I would if I was
in the media and had access to him. He needs pressuring on this all the time so
it becomes a fixed issue in the public’s minds.
That is just one example, however, there are lots more,
and they make my blood boil. In a way I can see that Laura is right. I should
just ignore all of them. Maybe I should become a politician and stand in Nick
Clegg’s constituency. I could be a female Dennis Skinner. I’d be an awkward
little, female, sod who asks questions that the politicians don’t want to
answer because it will show them up for the liars and cheats that they really
are.
Back to reality. Full day at Uni and a new round of
meeting my Tutees was on the cards. I managed about six (OK, seven) I am sure
in some of the cases my efforts are completely wasted on them. Still, I can
offer my help and support, it’s up to them if they choose to take it or not.
Mandy (Miss Scothern) my second year student and former limpet, is doing really
well. Her last couple of assignments achieved Firsts so she was really pleased.
It is so good to see the timid little wallflower of 18 months ago blossom into
a confident and successful young woman. I am not claiming it was my doing,I
just think she needed a little shove in the right direction.
Our school students arrived again tonight, on schedule,
Laura had moved Bobbi to tonight as well so we arm wrestled for use of the
study and Laura won. (We didn’t literally arm wrestle, we just looked at the
calendar where we have a little note of who has used it last on the nights we
clash. I did last time, it seems.)
Olivia was feeling more hopeful about her GCSEs. She has
just got her marks back from the Mcok Exams they did just before Christmas and
she has got grade C or better in all of
them. She got an A in Eng Lit and B in Eng Lang which I am chuffed about, but
again (like Mandy at Uni) this is down to Olivia’s efforts really, not me.
We waved the two schoolies off at 9pm and then had a
swift snuggle on the sofa, which ended up being a longer snooze. I was awakened
by Laura stroking my cheeking telling me it had just turned midnight! I took
Callie for a swift run in the field, rather than a proper final walk and
watched the first few snow-flakes come spiralling down out of the huge cloud
bank overhead. We decided to be dirty cows and forego the shower as it was just
so late. We were also dirty cows in bed.
Wednesday 21st Jan.
Snow, snow, snow. It was a good covering from overnight,
when we woke up. The good [or bad, depending on your point of view] part was it
was continuing to snow. I walked Callie up the lane to see how effective the
gritting had been, whilst Laura wiped the snow off the car and then drove up to
Hilltop to pick us both up. The Old Manchester Road was a bit slushy but
passable and the carpark at the pool was covered. I messed about in the
carpark, making the car skid, until Laura told me to stop it as I was scaring her!
I had no idea! Bloody typical insensitive baggage, that I am.
Inside, Sarah said she was on the point of coming out to
get me to stop until she realised whose car it was. I then had to explain how
Dad had taught me all sorts of driving tips for when I drove in Cumbria in bad
weather: stopping without brakes was the first one he did and we did all sorts
of life saving techniques culminating in the fun of handbrake turns. You can’t
do them very well in my front wheel drive Cee’d but you can play about making
it spin. I know it’s not a very lady like thing to do, but hey, since when have
I done anything lady-like anyway?
While we were swimming the snow continued to fall
although the local farmer, who uses the pool regularly too {Christy} turned up
with his tractor and cleared the carpark; which was good of him. There were
four cars parked and one tractor when we left and the pool itself was almost
deserted, it was almost as though it was our own private pool! After an
omelette breakfast we decided that catching the tram from Middlewood was
probably our best option. This was a good call because the higher up the slopes
towards the University we got, the deeper the snow became.
Traffic was very slow moving but none of it seemed to be
blocking the tram lines.
Uni was very quiet, really. XXX & Y had a snow filled
car park and a lot of people had come in using the tram (arriving more of less
on time) or the bus (arriving up to an hour late). We whizzed off at 5pm when
the snow had stopped and traffic was getting back to something approaching
normal on the main roads. The side roads were still looking a bit Arctic as we
went past them in the tram. We decided to use the tram to get to the Crucible
tonight for the show we’d booked instead of driving.
Grounded. Mmmm… Not sure I’d have gone if the synopsis
had been more detailed. I thought it was going to be about motherhood impinging
on the protagonist’s life, it turned out it was more about drone warfare and
remote control killing. It was very well done and for a one hander it was
pretty gripping stuff. I suppose it did open our eyes to all of the items I
have mentioned above but having the character being a woman shifted our
perspective quite cleverly. It didn’t last very long and was quite thought
provoking. It was loud and startling
with its images and it made you think about a variety of usually unconnected
things, war and motherhood being the most striking. I found it unbelievably
gripping and though I was initially dismayed by what we were getting I can honestly
say that it’s a must see production. Laura was very moved by it too. I think it
was the way she went from being a proud and ‘decent’ female fighter pilot to
being a mere computer game player, where the people she was killing were
actually real, that was the most striking thing about it. That and her
portrayal of her disintegration as the reality of her unreality took over.
After the show we didn’t hang about but walked back to
the tram stop and zoomed home again, hoping to avoid more snow.
Thursday 24th Jan
Not as much snow at lower levels today, according to a
friend at Hollow Meadows though, it is still pretty deep there, off the main
road. That probably means we won’t be going out for a walk on the weekend, if
we can’t get the car though.
We trammed again today after our swim (80 lengths) and
breakfast. It was a bit more like normality at both work and Uni, although side
roads still looked a bit dodgy as the tram swept past. We spent an uneventful
day in both locations and I whetted Mrs Briggs appetite for the Ensemble 360
concert on Saturday, even more, by telling her what the programme was. She
Loves the Richard Strauss [Till Eulenspiegel einmal anders] and so was
thrilled that it would be played, as this variation is quite an unusual variant
on “lustige Streiche” – assuming the
weather doesn’t unskittle our plans. As 360 are a Sheffield based ensemble it
shouldn’t!
Our students made it through the weather to our little
house. OK the only dodgy bit is the lane which runs off Cockshutts and that is
gritted by one or other of us as the weather turns. (There is a council grit bi
provided for that purpose.) Jenny-Leigh and Sally were keen to get things done
on time though, in case the weather turned again. Understandable I suppose.
This time I had the study and Laura the kitchen. We got a fair amount done in our
two hours and J-L left feeling as confident as she can be about her
forth-coming practice exams.
We attempted the circuit up to Hill Top Woods and down
Lumb Lane for Callie’s last walk and the temperature was dreadfully low. Lumb
Lane doesn’t get as much grit as Cockshutts, so it was very slippery in places.
This time it was the Lollster who had an abrupt call to sit down and my turn
for the schadenfreude. I didn’t give her marks for technical merit and artistic
impression though. I did offer to rub her gluteus to make it feel better. It is
hard to keep your hand in place when there is such a temptation before you.
We almost tore each other’s clothes off as soon as we got
in and she repaid the favour, forsaking the shower (at first) for swift and
satisfying sex.