Mass tidy up

Spent most of today helping Amy tidy her new bedroom that her old housemate used to inhabit. Since her previous housemate was a dirty person with no concept of hygiene we decided to remove the carpet and put a new piece down. We also started stripping wall paper and disposing of quite a large stash of naked-lady magazines that he had been hoarding.

We have no idea what he used to do on his carpet, and really don’t want to think too hard either, but there were quite a lot of stains that had gone through to the underlay.

Once the carpet was down I set up a small fish tank that I’d bought. It’s now whirring away and has to be left alone for a week to make the water fit for fish.

To finish off we had a barbequeue in the dark and cold. It being so cold things were beginning to freeze by the time it’d got to the marshmallow course. Barbequeues always have several courses – the raw sausage starters, cremated burger appetiser, char…everthinged chicken main with extra soot and ash, followed by volcanic marshmallows.

Pinkening of the keyboard

Amy has a slightly naff keyboard, it’s a small laptop-style one with the only redeeming feature being it’s bright pink (not that I like pink you understand, but on Planet Amy, anything pink is good… no matter how bad it is ;) ) And you know, the keys stick and she gets frustrated with it so I thought I could lend a hand.

Read on to see some photos of the progress…

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Off to the beach

Today me, Amy and her mental dog went to Cleethorpes to do what the British do at the seaside – wander about and moan about other people not controlling their dogs. We also had a flask of tea, some sandwiches and, because Amy’s dog was wearing a backpack, many confused and amused looks :)

We must be one of the few countries that visits the seaside when it’s winter and cold. Nobody was in the water, but that’s only because the water was a mile away due to being low tide. Had the water been closer to the seafront, there would have been someone in it going gently blue.

Start of the Spring Term

School goes back tomorrow. I’ve worked out what I’m teaching for the next five weeks and have something approaching a plan. Hopefully the children will cooperate and my plan won’t require too much modification.

Over the weekend I went to Wasdale with my dad for a walk. We arrived to mist and a traditional damp Lake District day, with the view across Wastwater (Britain’s favourite view supposedly) not being too impressive. However, in the morning we woke to a nice dusting of snow on everything and a bitterly cold wind. I had six layers on and just couldn’t feel warm enough, I think I need some thermal leggings or something.

We set off up the path to Sty Head Tarn, from the farm at the bottom where we were staying. The path began with some slushy ice but that soon thickened into nice, crunchy fresh snow. The dog seemed to enjoy it, joining in with an entertaining (for us) game of “roll snow down the hill and chase it”. I even worked out I can take photos while wearing my big mittens.

We’d got about 2/3 up the path when huge gales and stinging shards of ice and snow began battering us. Not anything too serious, but since we weren’t planning a day in the ice and had a small dog with us we turned around and went back down the path.

And while plodding back down the slippy path I made the fatal mistake people often do on the way home. I stopped paying attention to where I was walking. Slop! I trod onto what I thought was a patch of snow, but soon discovered it to be a knee-deep icy pool of mud. There was a few seconds of dampness followed by biting cold as the ice and slush found its way into my boot and up my trouser leg. I used to go jumping into cold rivers, and it felt not unlike that. My foot did what it usually does in this type of situation and went numb so I gave up bothering about it.

I’ll upload a nice picture of Wastwater and write about it on my other blog in a moment.

Brass Monkeys

My god it’s cold. My house is doing a fantastic job of being draughty and hard to heat up. The heating is on, the windows are shut, the curtains are shut… and yet it’s still not warm. I’ve even done the trick of tucking the curtains behind the radiators. I bet there’s no insulation between the floors or in the roof.

I woke up this morning to a cold house, froze my arse off getting dressed, and it wasn’t until I’d been sat in a hot computer room for an hour that I finally warmed up. Between getting up and being in that computer room I’d sat in my car for half an hour with the heating on full blast.

This theme of cold continued into my form room at school where the heating doesn’t do anything until about mid-day. It’s one of those situations where opening a window would probably make things warmer!

I think having a glass of cold water out of the fridge might have been a key mistake this morning. I might add half an hour extra to the timer on my heating, if I can do that without having to totally reset the entire system. My heating being designed by someone who hates end-users, it would seem. Do one thing wrong in the sequence and the heating either never comes on, or never turns off.

Bear in mind that I used to live in the Lake District or Scotland in the cold. I also used to jump into lakes and rivers wearing nothing more than a few layers of clothing. It’s that same persistent kind of cold – not cold enough to make me shiver, but enough to be irritating. The weird draughts that go around the walls are quite annoying.

School breaks up on Thursday at half twelve. My kids are making Christmas cards in Microsoft Publisher. It’s a nice, simple lesson to keep them amused and contained. This time last year I was getting the kids to make animations with Macromedia Flash. Kind of strange to think that a year ago I was coming to the end of my first teaching placement, and now I’m doing it for real. How time flies and all that.