Monday May 11th
One piece of election good news, Cumbria has its first ever woman MP.
Susan Hayman is now the Labour MP for Workington replacing Tony Cunningham. Hoorah for equality (although wait a minute, why aren't 51% of the MP's women? That would represent real equality, wouldn't it?)
So it is just a small cheer for Susan among this sea of f*cking men retaining power.
Our day was fairly quiet really. Loll is still studying like mad. I went to two places of employment and earned a crust. The world keeps turning.
We are still tutoring our pupils although they all seem to be gripped by exam fever too. Olivia has had her first GCSE already and our three A Level bods are gearing up for their AS level exams next month. Trevor was here tonight under his own steam.
Tomorrow we have Olivia and Bobby and on Thursday, Sally and Jenny-Leigh. I have decided I am going to stop tutoring at the end of the academic year. I am finding it a bit too much, too be honest. Laura is going to keep on with her three though and maybe get some more next year too. The organiser of the scheme was a bit disappointed when I told her of my decision but she understands that I am rushed off my feet.
The idea of keeping Wednesday free hasn't proved a huge success as we have hardly done anything on a Wednesday since it was freed up!
Tuesday May 12th
I do love these light mornings. It is now so light as I walk Callie I don't need my torch anymore. I still wear the hi-viz vest to alert any sleepy, early morning drivers, to my presence but the world is brilliant first thing when you don't need a torch to see it. I love the way in the last few mornings there has been and inversion in the valley bottom and all you can see is cloud not houses. It's a shame the inversion doesn't muffle the noise as well as the sight.
The day at Uni went as expected although it does feel weird not having a slim blonde around to snuggle and cuddle. We have been making it up for it at home, with my study rewards scheme.
Olivia and Roberta were a bit on the stressed side tonight, probably the pressure of their exams is getting to them. We showed them Laura's revision schedule but had to lie about what the rewards are. I mean you can't tell our pupils that one of those rewards is for me to lick Loll's little love bump to orgasm now, can you? We pretended it was chocolate, or a drink or playing some music or watching a short DVD.
Wednesday May 13th
We went to see the new version of Far From The Madding Crowd this evening, taking advantage of our rearranged schedule of tutoring. It was quite good. You can't go wrong with this one really as it is one of the least gloomy of Hardy's novels. I still remember the DVD we had at home of the Julie Christie version, I think Dad lusted after Ms Christie. This new one is OK but it seemed a bit flat in comparison.
I still like the Mayor of Casterbridge best, as a novel. Laura said there had been a film made of that too, but I don't recall it.
We went to a bar near the cinema afterwards but it was packed. I struggled to the bar to get served and then we had to drink standing up in a mini scrum. We should have turned around as soon as we saw how busy it was. We only went in because one of the girls at work says it is a great pub. I have to wonder what her definition of great is.
Fortunately it was so packed we avoided the usual drunken lout trying to talk to us scenario. This does happen a lot and we are getting used to being a pair of termagants when it does. The deluded saps never know what is coming their way. The most effective way to shut them out is for us to just kiss each other. This takes a bit of bravado on our parts and we haven't done it any where that we are already know, just in case.
After an over priced, average tasting Chardonnay we forced our way backout through the scrum and headed home.
Thursday 14th May
Usual day at work today, hardly a surprise really.
When I got home I was pounced upon by my blonde beauty who wanted to f*ck immediately on the kitchen floor. Who am I to refuse? She must have been in a high state of excitement as she came almost as soon as my fingers touched her little love bump. She dragged me through into the lounge where she performed her magic on me. I have no idea what had got into her, apart from my fingers and tongue and our gold and black toy of course, but we kept on bonking until the first of our pupils arrived.
She rushed upstairs to get presentable leaving me to answer the door hoping I didn't look as though I had just been sexed up beyond belief. It was Sally, Laura's pupil, so I was able to make small talk until the naughty young lady appeared and took Sal off to the study. I had time to get myself back into sexual equilibrium and changed into less crumpled clothes before J-L arrived.
Jenny-Leigh's Mum asked if I had been in a rush as I looked really flushed and not like I usually did. I thought it best to lie even though I was still thinking about the sensations of a few minutes ago. I pretended Callie and I had just come back in from a walk which went longer than I thought as I had been talking to a couple of other dog walkers I had met.
When the girls had gone we continued to explore new ways of using our double ender. Scissors works the best by far.
I have no idea why Laura was so trned on when I arrived home. Maybe I should have cause for concern? I remember virtually every time I dumped a BF I had sex with them just before giving them the news that he'd be porking me no longer. This can't be what's going on with us. I would have spotted some sign, surely?
Friday 22 May 2015
Monday 11 May 2015
31% elected the bastard Tories! How is that democratic?
Friday 8th May.
We are doomed. The f*cking lunatics have taken over the asylum!
I can't believe this moronic voting system has allowed the Tory C*nts into power. More people voted against them than voted for them and yet this set of out of touch, greedy, money grabbing, lying, scumbag bastards have been elected. This country is going to be seriously f*cked by the time of the next election.
I think I may move back to Australia when my PhD is over and bugger the consequences.
All of my family is gutted by the news (OK, not my sodding brother, who probably voted fucking Tory). Mum is already forecasting the demise of the education system up to the age 16. I think it was already coughing up blood because of the way the changes have made so many new and long established teachers quit. The whole thing is close to collapse and this f*cking set of Tory C*nts are about to f*ck it up even more; not because they have any idea what they are doing but for pure political dogma.
The same, sadly applies to the NHS. I have already put on record that I believe it will no longer be free at source by 2020. The Tory C*nts don't care about public health or education they all use private provision and as such don't actually give a flying f*ck about me and you (Mr and Mrs Joe Public).
I was so upset this morning I went into work wearing a piece of black ribbon wrapped round my arm to symbolise both the demise of this nation and the death of democracy in this country.
We snuck off to Cumbria at lunchtime and found Dad also in a blue mood over the result. He was also talking about de-camping back to Australia regardless of whether or not he has a job available out there. When he said that I could see why Laura found my announcement of the same this morning so alarming. I quickly reassured her in my case it was my anger and sorrow talking for me, I wasn't so sure about Dad. He had been looking for work in WA for a couple of years now, maybe he will put more effort into it. I hope not.
As if to add insult to injury Uncle sodding Tom arrived this evening which means Loll won't be long behind. That sort of rules out the consolation of sex for a few days. She has decided to take a complete break from revision over the weekend, which I think is a brilliant idea.
After an evening drowning our sorrows down at the pub, in a crowd of similar minded family (Laura's lot) we hit the charp quite late and I discovered that my libido wasn't all that impaired after all ans a swift bought of scissoring brought me off quite nicely, giving me the leisure to focus entirely on Laura for quite a long time.
Saturday May 9th
Up with the larks and feeling a little better about the election.
I walked the entire pack up Tallentire Hill this morning and only got slight damp when the clouds decided to splash an insidious drizzle over us all.The dogs were oblivious as usual. The view from the trig point, despite it being cloudy, cheered me up no end. You have a great view down across the northern half of the Lake District from the Tall Hill Trig and I spent some time naming all the visible peaks.
After brekkers we visited Molly and Eric and had lunch there too. They are pleased that Laura's revision seems to be going well and are pleased she has decided to do an MA is she gets the result she needs. Loll is very confident she will, especially as all her assignment marks have been firsts so far. Stephen was a bit bemused by the fact she wanted to keep on studying instead of 'getting out there and earning some dough'. I tried to explain to him how student life was the most amazing liberating experience any one can have but he didn't get it. he is just 14 though and is probably more interested in his cock at the moment.
Loll told him how she'd be earning over £15K a year at the solicitors if she gets accepted on the MA course as she'll be doing a part time MA and XXX & Y have agreed to extend her hours accordingly. When he realised she'd be getting about £1000 per month after he was more interested.
Bocherini-Berio, Mendelssohn and Mahler: it seems the Halle have been performing this programme in a quite a few places over the country since April. I have copies of the Mendelssohn and Mahler at home but I have not heard the Ritirata notturna di Madrid before at all. I was quite pleasantly surprised by it, TBH. Some of the stuff I have listened to by Berio has been rather unpleasantly strident to my ears but obviously working with an original by Boccherini has restrained the impetuous Luciano somewhat. At just under 8 minutes it is one of those pieces which leaves you wanting even more. If I had a copy at home it is the sort of thing [like Pachelbel's canon] I could stick on repeat and never tire of it. The only thing in the piece I found grating and by the end I wanted to kill them was the bloody triangle player. I think having that bloody bent piece of metal tinging away throughout the whole piece was really unnecessary and definitely very very annoying!
The Violin Concerto was, as always sublime. I am a huge fan of Mendelssohn and I love the way you can play spot the other work in most of his pieces. I am not sure if musically that is good but it certainly is endearing.
I tend to think that Mahler 1 doesn't lead you to imagine the greatness that was to follow, rather like listening to Beethoven 1 in many respects.
Dad and Louisa were enthralled by it all, I am not sure Louisa really enjoys the classics as much as I do but she seemed appreciative. Laura was a classic virgin (and sexual virgin) when I first started dating her and she has come on in leaps and bounds in her appreciation, so there is hope for my step-mum. The whole concert definitely made us completely forget the diem horribila that was Friday!
Sunday May 10th
We got ourselves invited to a full Sunday Lunch at the Stag Inn, Crosby yesterday, joining the whole of the immediate Thomas Clan for a scoff and chat without anyone having to do all the cooking and or washing up! That is eleven of us altogether.
We met up at the pub rather than share lifts, which meant we could give Callie a good old romp on the beach at Allonby before pitching up at the pub. We had a good meal (I had roast beef) and a long, some times raucous chat and most of us commiserated about the sodding election result. West Cumbria stayed Labour, thank god, which we all found pleasing. Both Allerdale and Copeland are pretty much a safe red bet, even the disgraced Lib Dems held Barrow and District. It shows what sound, good sense the Cumbrian people have. LOL
We whizzed back to Dad's after lunch and sprawled on the sofa until mid-arvo when we zoomed back down the spine of England to Sheffield.
All systems are now go for the final push towards exams; Laura's and our GCSE pupils. Our final concert of the season is Schubert Symphony 3 and Beethoven's Choral; that is with the Warsaw Philharmonic next Friday. I will then be keeping my eyes peeled for the 2015-16 brochure appearing so we can book up once more.
I suspect my entries may get less detailed as the end of the academic year looms.
We are doomed. The f*cking lunatics have taken over the asylum!
I can't believe this moronic voting system has allowed the Tory C*nts into power. More people voted against them than voted for them and yet this set of out of touch, greedy, money grabbing, lying, scumbag bastards have been elected. This country is going to be seriously f*cked by the time of the next election.
I think I may move back to Australia when my PhD is over and bugger the consequences.
All of my family is gutted by the news (OK, not my sodding brother, who probably voted fucking Tory). Mum is already forecasting the demise of the education system up to the age 16. I think it was already coughing up blood because of the way the changes have made so many new and long established teachers quit. The whole thing is close to collapse and this f*cking set of Tory C*nts are about to f*ck it up even more; not because they have any idea what they are doing but for pure political dogma.
The same, sadly applies to the NHS. I have already put on record that I believe it will no longer be free at source by 2020. The Tory C*nts don't care about public health or education they all use private provision and as such don't actually give a flying f*ck about me and you (Mr and Mrs Joe Public).
I was so upset this morning I went into work wearing a piece of black ribbon wrapped round my arm to symbolise both the demise of this nation and the death of democracy in this country.
We snuck off to Cumbria at lunchtime and found Dad also in a blue mood over the result. He was also talking about de-camping back to Australia regardless of whether or not he has a job available out there. When he said that I could see why Laura found my announcement of the same this morning so alarming. I quickly reassured her in my case it was my anger and sorrow talking for me, I wasn't so sure about Dad. He had been looking for work in WA for a couple of years now, maybe he will put more effort into it. I hope not.
As if to add insult to injury Uncle sodding Tom arrived this evening which means Loll won't be long behind. That sort of rules out the consolation of sex for a few days. She has decided to take a complete break from revision over the weekend, which I think is a brilliant idea.
After an evening drowning our sorrows down at the pub, in a crowd of similar minded family (Laura's lot) we hit the charp quite late and I discovered that my libido wasn't all that impaired after all ans a swift bought of scissoring brought me off quite nicely, giving me the leisure to focus entirely on Laura for quite a long time.
Saturday May 9th
Up with the larks and feeling a little better about the election.
I walked the entire pack up Tallentire Hill this morning and only got slight damp when the clouds decided to splash an insidious drizzle over us all.The dogs were oblivious as usual. The view from the trig point, despite it being cloudy, cheered me up no end. You have a great view down across the northern half of the Lake District from the Tall Hill Trig and I spent some time naming all the visible peaks.
After brekkers we visited Molly and Eric and had lunch there too. They are pleased that Laura's revision seems to be going well and are pleased she has decided to do an MA is she gets the result she needs. Loll is very confident she will, especially as all her assignment marks have been firsts so far. Stephen was a bit bemused by the fact she wanted to keep on studying instead of 'getting out there and earning some dough'. I tried to explain to him how student life was the most amazing liberating experience any one can have but he didn't get it. he is just 14 though and is probably more interested in his cock at the moment.
Loll told him how she'd be earning over £15K a year at the solicitors if she gets accepted on the MA course as she'll be doing a part time MA and XXX & Y have agreed to extend her hours accordingly. When he realised she'd be getting about £1000 per month after he was more interested.
Bocherini-Berio, Mendelssohn and Mahler: it seems the Halle have been performing this programme in a quite a few places over the country since April. I have copies of the Mendelssohn and Mahler at home but I have not heard the Ritirata notturna di Madrid before at all. I was quite pleasantly surprised by it, TBH. Some of the stuff I have listened to by Berio has been rather unpleasantly strident to my ears but obviously working with an original by Boccherini has restrained the impetuous Luciano somewhat. At just under 8 minutes it is one of those pieces which leaves you wanting even more. If I had a copy at home it is the sort of thing [like Pachelbel's canon] I could stick on repeat and never tire of it. The only thing in the piece I found grating and by the end I wanted to kill them was the bloody triangle player. I think having that bloody bent piece of metal tinging away throughout the whole piece was really unnecessary and definitely very very annoying!
The Violin Concerto was, as always sublime. I am a huge fan of Mendelssohn and I love the way you can play spot the other work in most of his pieces. I am not sure if musically that is good but it certainly is endearing.
I tend to think that Mahler 1 doesn't lead you to imagine the greatness that was to follow, rather like listening to Beethoven 1 in many respects.
Dad and Louisa were enthralled by it all, I am not sure Louisa really enjoys the classics as much as I do but she seemed appreciative. Laura was a classic virgin (and sexual virgin) when I first started dating her and she has come on in leaps and bounds in her appreciation, so there is hope for my step-mum. The whole concert definitely made us completely forget the diem horribila that was Friday!
Sunday May 10th
We got ourselves invited to a full Sunday Lunch at the Stag Inn, Crosby yesterday, joining the whole of the immediate Thomas Clan for a scoff and chat without anyone having to do all the cooking and or washing up! That is eleven of us altogether.
We met up at the pub rather than share lifts, which meant we could give Callie a good old romp on the beach at Allonby before pitching up at the pub. We had a good meal (I had roast beef) and a long, some times raucous chat and most of us commiserated about the sodding election result. West Cumbria stayed Labour, thank god, which we all found pleasing. Both Allerdale and Copeland are pretty much a safe red bet, even the disgraced Lib Dems held Barrow and District. It shows what sound, good sense the Cumbrian people have. LOL
We whizzed back to Dad's after lunch and sprawled on the sofa until mid-arvo when we zoomed back down the spine of England to Sheffield.
All systems are now go for the final push towards exams; Laura's and our GCSE pupils. Our final concert of the season is Schubert Symphony 3 and Beethoven's Choral; that is with the Warsaw Philharmonic next Friday. I will then be keeping my eyes peeled for the 2015-16 brochure appearing so we can book up once more.
I suspect my entries may get less detailed as the end of the academic year looms.
Saturday 9 May 2015
I am Laura's revision break reward! [It's a tough job, but...]
Tuesday May 5th
Election fever sweeps the city. Ha ha ha. I would be mistaken if I said everyone I meet is fired up and ready to vote on Thursday. Sadly, a lot of apathy seems to be prevalent. Maybe all the undergrads have been listening to Russell Brand. I am keen to get in that booth and try to get rid of the fat, rich, out of touch, millionaire, bastard Tories but I seem to be in a minority among my peers, students and colleagues. It is worrying. Most of them are either in denial or are just plain wrong about the facts. I blame the press and the fucking Tories themselves for lying to the public for years.
Here are the facts: (Verifiable)
The crash was Not caused by Labour - it was caused by fucking Tory wanker bankers. Labour bailed out the banks to avoid several collapsing.
We were not in recession at the time of the election in 2010, the recession Officially Ended in September 2009!
The second recession was caused by George the c*nt Osborne and his fucking stupid austerity package which plunged the UK into recession, again, for three years!
The same lying bastard c*nt Osborne said the deficit (which is only a bloody paper deficit anyway - and which we have always carried to some degree) would be cleared by 2013. He fucking failed. he then revised his date for clearing it to 2015, he fucking failed again. His latest estimate is 2018 - he will fucking fail again!
The only people to be materially better off during the parliamentary period are the RICH. They have got progressively richer whilst everyone else has got poorer (in relative terms).
The NHS was ordered to make £20 billion of saving by another Tory c*nt, Jeremy Hunt. No wonder it is in in fucking turmoil. 'Savings' actually meant cuts. Sandi Toksvig was right when she said the Tories put the 'n' in cuts!
If these bastards are elected on Thursday, the whole country is fucked, the NHS will be well and truly fucked and the poorest in society will suffer even more. (OK, the last one is not a Verifiable fact but all the rest are.)
On a less angry note, Laura has her exam timetable. Once again the exams are in venues dotted about the city and yet again she has a Saturday morning exam. Her first in on June 1st and the last on June 10th. Her exam revision timetable is working well. She is doing small chunks of revising sandwiched with a break and a mind rest. I volunteered to help with the mind rests and she told me that she would like to have sex in some way, of her own devising, in at least one of them every day. That's fine by me. Therefore I am to be her sex-slave for the remainder of her revision - it's a really hard job but I think I will cope. I will not go into details but so far we have been very busy and inventive.
My GCSE pupil's exams start in May with English Literature and then the Language papers are in June. My A Level pupils are taking AS papers on the 20th of May then they are having a break until September, which seems a good idea.
I learned something quite shocking over the weekend, from Dad, Louisa's post partum bleed resulted in her having a hysterectomy. I have no idea why he shared that information with me but he did. All I could say to him was, "Ah.. Um.." pretty useless really. There are times when I seriously wonder if all this sodding menstruation is the best way to have our reproductive system organised. If there is such a thing as god (which I know there isn't) it would be incontrovertible proof his gender was male. Only a bloke could dream up such a stupid system!
Wednesday 6th May
Had a normal day at both jobs and then spent the evening at Mum's. She has invited Tony over as well and we had a pre-election post mortem on the campaign. The really, really bad news is that Tony is a fucking Tory voter. We ended up having a huge argument with him. He didn't believe any of my facts and started to get personal in his argument so I took out my tablet; found each piece of data and presented all the evidence to him. That shut the bastard up!
I am afraid I upset my Mum with being so horrible to her new(ish) boyfriend. He said he thought he ought to go but I stopped him and told him we should go instead, Mum and I are in agreement over our politics even though she kept out of the argument. I told him that it was more important that he stayed rather than us. So we did.
We hadn't even made it to Totley when Laura's phone rang; it was Mum asking us to come back. Tony and she had started to discuss their position over politics, after we'd left, and they'd argued too!
I grovelled before Mum and said that I was really, really sorry for being such an arrogant little cow. She told me that I had nothing to apologise for and that it was Tony who was in the wrong. They had agree to differ over their politics but she was livid about the way he had rubbished my arguments and beliefs, turning a discussion into a personal attack. Even more so because I had kept my cool and proved every one of my assertions about his beloved Tory Party wrong!
During our 'discussion' I had been quite alarmed at Callie's reaction. Although she didn't do anything, I guess she sensed the atmosphere and she kept uttering a low gutteral growl from time to time as though she was ready to spring to my defence.
We ended up kipping at Mum's. It being Uni for me the next day and revision central for Laura we were happy to stay and I confess we got rather the worse for wear on Mum's part of Hilmar's wine.
Before we hit the charp Mum had a text from Tory Tony to apologise for his behaviour and to ask her to send his apologies to me as well. Seems he might not be a bastard after all. In bed later Laura had a better insight, she was of the opinion that he didn't want to lose access to Mum's vagina. I was shocked!
Thursday 7th May
Polling Day.
This is the first general election I have voted in where I have actually gone into a polling station and scribbled my X on a piece of paper. Previously I have had postal votes or I haven't voted at all. (In 2010 I was in Australia - touring the country in Suze & Pete's camper van and had absolutely no inclination to vote. I believed I would be staying in Warnbro indefinitely.)
Loll dropped me off at Uni and then whizzed home with the woofie and promised to collect me at four pm. I had the next batch of undergrads to see as part of my Pastoral Support Programme. I saw eight of them today. They are mostly in a panic about end of semester exams, unless their course is modular, when they exhibit a sort of pre-end of season euphoria.
Feli and I had lunch in the Indian restaurant and she blew her head off asking for a hot Balti! Serves her right. She had two bowls of riata to help her cope! She is planning her summer in France already. I am not up to date with her latest "Man Situation" as she seems to have been keeping me in the dark. Perhaps she is sulking because she didn't get an Invite over to Arran during the Easter break. I have offered her a room and tour of the island in the summer but she isn't sure whether she'll be here or back home in Arcachon.
Loll arrived spot on 4pm and insisted I lock the door of my minute office and then proceeded to demand immediate oral sex. Who am I to argue? I was all for deferring the return favour as I had been a bit hot all day and not as fresh as she was - obviously having showered before coming to collect me. She waved that aside, attacked my privvy part with a couple of baby-wipes and sent me into orbit too.
Suitably fired up we arrived at our polling station at just before 6pm to put our marks in the box. I voted for Elaine Smith (no relation) I have met her and she seems to be a sensible woman. I hope her party and the SNP are able to drive out the Tory Scum. I predict that Nick Clegg and his lot will end up being toast after tomorrow but Labour should do OK, unless the morons who vote UKip fuck everything up.
Mum phoned just before our A Level pupils arrived to tell us that Tory Tony had sent her a huge bunch of flowers to make up for yesterday evening, she told me I would be getting a smaller version too. Is that good or does it make him a mega creep?
After a pre-bed shower we had a repeat performance of this afternoon's activities in my office. God may have got it wrong about our periods but giving us the facitilty for multiple orgasms sort of atones for that mistake! BIG TIME!
Election fever sweeps the city. Ha ha ha. I would be mistaken if I said everyone I meet is fired up and ready to vote on Thursday. Sadly, a lot of apathy seems to be prevalent. Maybe all the undergrads have been listening to Russell Brand. I am keen to get in that booth and try to get rid of the fat, rich, out of touch, millionaire, bastard Tories but I seem to be in a minority among my peers, students and colleagues. It is worrying. Most of them are either in denial or are just plain wrong about the facts. I blame the press and the fucking Tories themselves for lying to the public for years.
Here are the facts: (Verifiable)
The crash was Not caused by Labour - it was caused by fucking Tory wanker bankers. Labour bailed out the banks to avoid several collapsing.
We were not in recession at the time of the election in 2010, the recession Officially Ended in September 2009!
The second recession was caused by George the c*nt Osborne and his fucking stupid austerity package which plunged the UK into recession, again, for three years!
The same lying bastard c*nt Osborne said the deficit (which is only a bloody paper deficit anyway - and which we have always carried to some degree) would be cleared by 2013. He fucking failed. he then revised his date for clearing it to 2015, he fucking failed again. His latest estimate is 2018 - he will fucking fail again!
The only people to be materially better off during the parliamentary period are the RICH. They have got progressively richer whilst everyone else has got poorer (in relative terms).
The NHS was ordered to make £20 billion of saving by another Tory c*nt, Jeremy Hunt. No wonder it is in in fucking turmoil. 'Savings' actually meant cuts. Sandi Toksvig was right when she said the Tories put the 'n' in cuts!
If these bastards are elected on Thursday, the whole country is fucked, the NHS will be well and truly fucked and the poorest in society will suffer even more. (OK, the last one is not a Verifiable fact but all the rest are.)
On a less angry note, Laura has her exam timetable. Once again the exams are in venues dotted about the city and yet again she has a Saturday morning exam. Her first in on June 1st and the last on June 10th. Her exam revision timetable is working well. She is doing small chunks of revising sandwiched with a break and a mind rest. I volunteered to help with the mind rests and she told me that she would like to have sex in some way, of her own devising, in at least one of them every day. That's fine by me. Therefore I am to be her sex-slave for the remainder of her revision - it's a really hard job but I think I will cope. I will not go into details but so far we have been very busy and inventive.
My GCSE pupil's exams start in May with English Literature and then the Language papers are in June. My A Level pupils are taking AS papers on the 20th of May then they are having a break until September, which seems a good idea.
I learned something quite shocking over the weekend, from Dad, Louisa's post partum bleed resulted in her having a hysterectomy. I have no idea why he shared that information with me but he did. All I could say to him was, "Ah.. Um.." pretty useless really. There are times when I seriously wonder if all this sodding menstruation is the best way to have our reproductive system organised. If there is such a thing as god (which I know there isn't) it would be incontrovertible proof his gender was male. Only a bloke could dream up such a stupid system!
Wednesday 6th May
Had a normal day at both jobs and then spent the evening at Mum's. She has invited Tony over as well and we had a pre-election post mortem on the campaign. The really, really bad news is that Tony is a fucking Tory voter. We ended up having a huge argument with him. He didn't believe any of my facts and started to get personal in his argument so I took out my tablet; found each piece of data and presented all the evidence to him. That shut the bastard up!
I am afraid I upset my Mum with being so horrible to her new(ish) boyfriend. He said he thought he ought to go but I stopped him and told him we should go instead, Mum and I are in agreement over our politics even though she kept out of the argument. I told him that it was more important that he stayed rather than us. So we did.
We hadn't even made it to Totley when Laura's phone rang; it was Mum asking us to come back. Tony and she had started to discuss their position over politics, after we'd left, and they'd argued too!
I grovelled before Mum and said that I was really, really sorry for being such an arrogant little cow. She told me that I had nothing to apologise for and that it was Tony who was in the wrong. They had agree to differ over their politics but she was livid about the way he had rubbished my arguments and beliefs, turning a discussion into a personal attack. Even more so because I had kept my cool and proved every one of my assertions about his beloved Tory Party wrong!
During our 'discussion' I had been quite alarmed at Callie's reaction. Although she didn't do anything, I guess she sensed the atmosphere and she kept uttering a low gutteral growl from time to time as though she was ready to spring to my defence.
We ended up kipping at Mum's. It being Uni for me the next day and revision central for Laura we were happy to stay and I confess we got rather the worse for wear on Mum's part of Hilmar's wine.
Before we hit the charp Mum had a text from Tory Tony to apologise for his behaviour and to ask her to send his apologies to me as well. Seems he might not be a bastard after all. In bed later Laura had a better insight, she was of the opinion that he didn't want to lose access to Mum's vagina. I was shocked!
Thursday 7th May
Polling Day.
This is the first general election I have voted in where I have actually gone into a polling station and scribbled my X on a piece of paper. Previously I have had postal votes or I haven't voted at all. (In 2010 I was in Australia - touring the country in Suze & Pete's camper van and had absolutely no inclination to vote. I believed I would be staying in Warnbro indefinitely.)
Loll dropped me off at Uni and then whizzed home with the woofie and promised to collect me at four pm. I had the next batch of undergrads to see as part of my Pastoral Support Programme. I saw eight of them today. They are mostly in a panic about end of semester exams, unless their course is modular, when they exhibit a sort of pre-end of season euphoria.
Feli and I had lunch in the Indian restaurant and she blew her head off asking for a hot Balti! Serves her right. She had two bowls of riata to help her cope! She is planning her summer in France already. I am not up to date with her latest "Man Situation" as she seems to have been keeping me in the dark. Perhaps she is sulking because she didn't get an Invite over to Arran during the Easter break. I have offered her a room and tour of the island in the summer but she isn't sure whether she'll be here or back home in Arcachon.
Loll arrived spot on 4pm and insisted I lock the door of my minute office and then proceeded to demand immediate oral sex. Who am I to argue? I was all for deferring the return favour as I had been a bit hot all day and not as fresh as she was - obviously having showered before coming to collect me. She waved that aside, attacked my privvy part with a couple of baby-wipes and sent me into orbit too.
Suitably fired up we arrived at our polling station at just before 6pm to put our marks in the box. I voted for Elaine Smith (no relation) I have met her and she seems to be a sensible woman. I hope her party and the SNP are able to drive out the Tory Scum. I predict that Nick Clegg and his lot will end up being toast after tomorrow but Labour should do OK, unless the morons who vote UKip fuck everything up.
Mum phoned just before our A Level pupils arrived to tell us that Tory Tony had sent her a huge bunch of flowers to make up for yesterday evening, she told me I would be getting a smaller version too. Is that good or does it make him a mega creep?
After a pre-bed shower we had a repeat performance of this afternoon's activities in my office. God may have got it wrong about our periods but giving us the facitilty for multiple orgasms sort of atones for that mistake! BIG TIME!
Monday 4 May 2015
The missing month. From one period to the next. LOL
Friday 9th April to Monday 4th May.
As you can tell from the dates of my previous postings there has been a gap between the events on the ground and me writing about them in this blog. I very seriously thought about giving it up altogether but in the end I have decided I need to trim it down and cut away the extraneous drivel I have written in the past.
It still serves as a really useful aide-memoire which is one of the reason I began it in the first place.
So, filling the gap between then and now is the first task.
Arran: We took the earliest ferry from Lochranza to Claonaig and drove down to Campbeltown, then on to the Mull itself. We did the St Columba bit - Chapel, Footprints and Kiel Caves. Then back up to the Springbank distillery at Campbeltown. Naturally I bought a couple of bottles (OK four). The long drive back up to Claonaig and the last ferry of the day meant we hadn't much time to dawdle anywhere else but it did mean we are definitely coming back to explore and maybe explore the possibilities of owning a camper van.
Next day we did the Glen Sannox horseshoe. Bloody hell. No Munroes but still knackering as hell. We managed it OK, we are fit young ladies after all, but boy were we tired out in the evening. It is truly breathtaking and at one point a bit scary, even for Callie and she has four-paw-drive to help her.
We snoozed and lazed and cleaned up the van on the Sunday 12th visiting the Kildonan seals and Hotel one final time in the evening; somehow we avoided having any local guys hitting on us, which made a pleasant change.
As you can tell from the dates of my previous postings there has been a gap between the events on the ground and me writing about them in this blog. I very seriously thought about giving it up altogether but in the end I have decided I need to trim it down and cut away the extraneous drivel I have written in the past.
It still serves as a really useful aide-memoire which is one of the reason I began it in the first place.
So, filling the gap between then and now is the first task.
Arran: We took the earliest ferry from Lochranza to Claonaig and drove down to Campbeltown, then on to the Mull itself. We did the St Columba bit - Chapel, Footprints and Kiel Caves. Then back up to the Springbank distillery at Campbeltown. Naturally I bought a couple of bottles (OK four). The long drive back up to Claonaig and the last ferry of the day meant we hadn't much time to dawdle anywhere else but it did mean we are definitely coming back to explore and maybe explore the possibilities of owning a camper van.
Next day we did the Glen Sannox horseshoe. Bloody hell. No Munroes but still knackering as hell. We managed it OK, we are fit young ladies after all, but boy were we tired out in the evening. It is truly breathtaking and at one point a bit scary, even for Callie and she has four-paw-drive to help her.
We snoozed and lazed and cleaned up the van on the Sunday 12th visiting the Kildonan seals and Hotel one final time in the evening; somehow we avoided having any local guys hitting on us, which made a pleasant change.
We left Arran on 13th April by the 11am ferry and stopped over at Dad's that night (so I could see my Baby sister again). Dad had a delivery of a half pallet of wine from Cochem (2103 vintage) so I paid up for my share - 10 case (that's German cases, BTW) and gave Dad his two different whiskies, Springbank and Arran.
Home on Tuesday to a concert at the Firth Hall that evening: Sacconi Quartet playing
Sibelius: Moderato and Allegro appassionato in C sharp minor
Nielsen: String Quartet in g minor, op. 13
Sibelius: String Quartet in D minor, op. 56, ‘Intimate Voices’ They were brilliant and we didn't fall asleep from fatigue.
Work began again as normal on the Wednesday (15th) but Uni has been really hectic. I have done four lectures during the last two weeks, it seems every undergrad is in a panic about end of semester exams or their finals. I can't remember it being this mad when I was a student. Perhaps being the other side of the fence (so to speak) gives me a different perspective.
We had our monthly girls' dining club, on the Wednesday night, at Claire's house, which was good fun. I supplied some wine from my collection from Dad's pallet. We drank one whole case. The girls were stunned by the 2013 Dornfelder! In fact they thought it made the other people's wine taste rather ordinary in comparison!
At the end of the week we were back up at Dad's to see The Halle at the Sands Centre, in Carlisle. We went with Dad and Louisa as they bought the tickets. Rah Rah Rah! The Orchestra were performing my favourite Beethoven Symphony - Number 7. It was excellent! They also played the Strauss Opus 4 Wind Suite and Ravel's G Major Piano Concerto. They haven't brought this programme to Sheffield, which is the real reason why we went to the Sands.
We have been to the theatre to see The Jeeves and Wooster "Perfect Nonsense" touring performance, which was a sort of mash-up of various books. It was mainly the 'cow-creamer' story but dramatised as a two hander. I was so impressed. This is another thing not hitting Sheffield (as far as we can tell) so we went to Nottingham to see it.
The next concert is on the 8th May at Carlisle again; also with the Halle Orchestra. They are playing the same programme in Sheffield but we, sort of, repaid Dad & Louisa by buying the tickets for here.
Our major time consumer, and the one which is taking up so much of our time, has been me helping Laura revise for her Pure and Applied Maths Finals. She has a timetable which we have been following religiously and I have been testing her each night on what she has supposed to have learned. She is determined to get the First she needs to go on to do a Masters'. Naturally I am wanting her to do that as well, we are a bit hindered by my relative lack of mathematical knowledge. Although, the fact she is having to explain things to me as though I am a novice (which is true) seems to be helping her. Dad always says the best way to learn something is to teach it to someone else.
We are still tutoring our five school pupils on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings, which has been a bit frantic. Our GCSE ones stop at the beginning of June (that's when their exams start) but our A level ones continue on until next summer!
Obviously I have visited Mum (with some wine from Dad), seen my brother and family - and baby Sophie. We've walked in the Peak District, eaten out a couple of times in the city and done masses of retail therapy. We also went to see "A Little Chaos" which is charming.
Our sex-life has continued as usual. We haven't been as frisky out-doors as we were on Arran but we we've had a couple of al fresco sessions whilst walking the woofie. Callie had her birthday last Friday - 1st of May. She is now 8! Phew. She still thinks she's a puppy though.
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