So I've been burning music onto CDs and writing down routines as I'm still teaching locally which means I can walk to work. It's so refreshing not being on a train twice as long as I am teaching. After-school clubs are great but they often do eat into the day with the travel. I must stress my timetable is different every week, and so there's always someone at home, keeping a look out for deliveries, or any other exciting developments. I am so lucky that I have so much back up, I can leave home at a moment's notice.
Being keen not to break any rules or offend anyone by eating or drinking during the time I'm at work for one job. Luckily, I've been given the all clear to eat and drink when necessary. Last week, despite thermals and four layers of clothing doing one, I still froze! I might get a couple of pocket warmers, if I have to do it again, although they never seem to help much.
In terms of non-teaching stuff, it's been some promotional filming for Fitness First. Investors wanted to see a corporate video of gym bunnies enjoying all the facilities. Fortunately I knew one of the others who was already dressed and ready to go. I enjoyed myself with a free workout without having to introduce myself several times which was a bonus. We ran up slopes, rode bikes and leapt off blocks looking like we were having fun, unlike regular gym users who seem very serious about it all.
What's with tyres in gyms? The poor photographer was running backwards holding a camera when suddenly he wasn't at eye level any more. I looked down and he was trapped in a large tyre, trying to pretend he hadn't tripped backwards and got stuck. I didn't mean to laugh, but in my mind THIS is what my imagination kept going back to...
My daughter has been for a casting, and luckily my mum was around to take her, I know the casting office so was able to give them directions. Where we live they offer staggered school finishing times, and we're lucky in that she starts and finishes early. She was one of the first youngsters to arrive, but the room was full due to there being family parts available. David Bowie's back catalogue was playing in the waiting room as the news of his death had broken a few hours earlier. A dog in the side office was barking loudly at the music so it was impossible to practice the accent required or have any conversations before going in. It sounded like a Doberman or some other guard dog which was unnerving. Eventually the side office door opened and the silliest dog appeared, a labradoodle with a curly coat and friendly disposition. Barking at the music and for no other reason. It broke the odd mood in the room. My daughter eventually got to perform her US accent and hysterical laugh for them to choose. There were a LOT of children up for the family part, so it's likely that competition would be fierce.
My mum was moved by Bowie's death and did something she doesn't normally do, visited a couple of his makeshift 'shrines', the mural in Brixton and the Ziggy Stardust building in Heddon Street, she said it felt like a funeral and was sorry to see that some tributes had been stolen from the sites. I don't think she'd visit something like that again, and I don't think I would either. The person isn't really 'there', and if you like someone it's probably better to listen to their music or see their artwork rather than observe bunches of flowers in cellophane.
My hair takes a beating with the amount of heat styling I have to do, not including extensions, weaves and treatments. I dye it, too so my poor hair needs some TLC. Since Christmas I've been taking Biotin tablets which seem like the latest must-have. My hair does feel soft and in good condition, I think it's grown too in the past month. Another good side effect is that my nails feel strong.
I was glad to have a day off work this week which turned out to be fortunate when construction workers found what they claimed was an unexploded WWII bomb under my daughter's school while they were excavating for a new gym. She was quite worried to be told there was a bomb in the building. Immediately teachers assumed it was 'terrorism' and panicked everyone getting them to evacuate. I could hear the fear in her voice when she told me she was on her way back. Eventually it was discovered to be a discarded rusty giant drill-bit. They might need to look at their 'disaster' policy as some of the pupils were in tears.
Looking forward to next month. See you then...
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