Giants, tourists and common sense?

GIANT SIGHTING ON THE UNDERGROUND

So I'm on the tube coming home and there's this guy, easily 7ft tall. He's stood in the tallest part of the carriage, where it domes up in the middle and still he has his head cocked to one side. It was only as I exited behind him at King's Cross that I realised his waist was in line with my shoulders. My shoulders! I'd originally thought maybe his waist was on breast line, but no, shoulders. Amazing!

Keeping the tube theme, can I just say how thrilled I am at the sheer volume of tourists getting in my pissing way all the time. It's just wonderful. I mean, really, what's the excitement of London in February? Everyone's miserable and up until last week it was bloody freezing and everyone's ill.

COME TO LONDON, GET A VIRUS!

This should be the new tourist office slogan, because surely that's what's happening. If everyone who lives here is ill, then surely everyone who comes to stay here is going to be equally ill. And the public transport networks are just the best place to spread things.

Apart from Monday when (in the last blog) I mentioned the emptiness of carriage and my ability to sit down on a seat, at 9.20 in the morning........I still can't believe it..............the rest of the week has been murder. Packed to the rafters and full of irritating groups of various European tourists that all congregate outside Russell Square tube and block the pavements and just generally impede on my work route. Urgh!

Well I hope they all piss off by Monday morning as I'm supposed to be taking my massive xylophone to work with me and that's going to be very interesting. And by interesting I mean SHIT.

Oh and staying with the tube for one last moment. The heat is intensifying. Spring is approaching and we are almost at t-shirt mode. That familiar bead of sweat trickling down my back has resurfaced a couple of times this week, which has probably also been a combination of my fluctuating temperature and general manky illness. But still, it has been decidedly warmer this week and I have to say it's nice not to have to wear fifteen layers, hat, gloves, scarf and coat. But the age old problem of what to wear to balance out tube heat will be a constant drag. Ah, the issues of life.

Well, it's day number three without a voice (or much of one) and I'm back to slightly husky voice, with a touch of pain. And yes I know that it would probably heal quicker if I just shut the fuck up. But I can't. I'm a motormouth. I'm the actual model for Little Miss Chatterbox. And it's been my planning week at work, all about the instruments of the orchestra and so I couldn't exactly stop talking. However would my children learn otherwise?

But the only good thing is that a sore throat and loss of voice is usually the end of my cycle of illness. And by god I'm glad. It's been 3 weeks of snot and coughing and high temperatures and headaches and back ache and total lethargy. But despite the lack of voice I have felt much better the past three days and I've been having about 7 or 8 hours sleep..... I know, it's unheard of and it's only been because I was on lates and that meant I could stay in bed a little longer, but it's been good and I feel almost back to normal.

I really do have to stop though sometimes. I literally run myself into the ground. Work is insane at the moment and I have all the additional SEN stuff to do as well as all my usual roles and an Orchestra visit to prepare for. (Whoop the OAE are coming on the 28th Feb and 13th March). Besides that I have all my music lessons stuff to prepare and because I'm trying to be all professional, I'm updating parents and I made my own progress reports and certificates for the kids. Ha ha. I don't make life easy for myself.

And somewhere along the line, I'd probably better start writing again. It's been a while. I mean there's always notes and ideas and jottings, but no actual quality writing time in along time. I'm just gonna have to start being selfish and saying no to people, and refusing to take work home........

Doesn't seem likely does it? Ah well. I'll give it a whirl. At this rate I'll be about 45 before my book gets anywhere near a publisher. Eek!

Today I was a total tool. I got all my stuff ready for work. Had my list of additional things I had to do whilst there and on the way home, and I forgot my purse. MORON. Not only did several things I needed to do involve money, but I also had the SD card for work in my purse that I was bringing back to school. Urgh. Lo and behold, when I got home from work there was my purse on the arm of the couch. I could've sworn I'd put it in my bag. But clearly I was wrong. IDIOT.



Oh, I'm a right grumpy bitch aren't I? Anyhoo, I'll keep you posted on those common sense qualifications. I'm sure you all know a few people that could benefit.

And on that note, I'm going to leave you for a chilled Friday evening and a great weekend.