What it takes for me to get out of work on time, twice!

Well, if you hadn't heard, it's the Olympics in London. Whoop! And what an excitement it is!

It is so exciting that I've actually managed to get out of work on time twice in one week. And the reason?
Team Gymnastics. On Monday the men's and Tuesday the women's. It was bag packed and out of that door at 4.00.

The children and staff didn't quite know what was going on. No twenty minutes of faffing. No, 'Oh I'll just do this, I'll just do that.' Just bam and out that door.

Honestly, these Olympics should come around more often. I get so many extra hours that I'm not stuck at work. And I get to see awesome stuff, though next week when I'm on lates it'll be rubbish as I'll miss all the day stuff. Ah well. Really, our school should have closed so I could sit at home and watch it all but that wasn't on the cards, sadly.

In fact, as I type this blog on my mini red (laptop) I have the rowing playing on the school computer. I think obsessed is the word and I am that!

It's addictive. Heavily addictive and on Monday in particular I sat and watched various sports until 11.30 at night (bear in mind I got home at 4.45 which incidentally is my new world record.). I just couldn't tear myself away.

The only thing that annoys me slightly is that they don't always update you on results, especially when they flit between sports. I was watching the Hockey and the women were doing really well and then they said, oh we're going to the men's football (which of course is more important than women's hockey....urgh!) and then they never told me the score. I had to go on the internet to find out that they actually won the match. Slightly annoying.

Well done to the men's 8's in rowing that just took a bronze. I love this whole watching the Olympics on my lunch break melarchy. Awesome!

Oh and then Tuesday I equaled my personal best getting home again at 4.45 to watch the women's team final in gymnastics. Jesus those women can move and stretch. I'm pretty sure the human body isn't meant to do half the things that they make them do. My body certainly isn't. I think I'll just stick to dreaming about tumbling and not actually ever do tumbling. I always think in another life I was some sort of athlete, shame it wasn't this life. Ha ha!

I feel bad at the moment. I'm becoming forgetful and late for people's birthdays. This has never really happened before. I was always renowned as the one who was early for things and was always really organised, but at the moment it seems like if I'm organised in one part of my life (writing), then everything else sort of crumbles.

I might have a good word count but the washing up's piled around the sink, the washing is overflowing the basket and the place looks a fookin' mess. There's just not enough time for everything, which is exactly why I need to be a writer full time, then my other time could be spent remembering people's brithdays and cleaning my house. Ha!

And let's not get started on me. Eek. The old personal appearance has definitely taken a down turn. Hair looks like straw because conditioning takes that extra few minutes that I just don't have. (melodramatic) I;ve lost contact with my half marathon training, so the old podge is making an unwelcome return and I'm just generally looking like I've fallen out of bed and tumbled in to work. Great!

I'm presuming this means that if I ever do become a fully fledged writer, I'll be the messiest, clumsiest, most forgetful, worst looking, scruffiest writer ever! But I'm sure I'll have a smile on my face!

In the last blog I forgot to rant uncontrollably about the newest Wuthering Heights film that was released last year. OH MY WORD! If you love this book do not watch this film. It is hideous. I managed about 15 minutes before I completely lost it and had to turn it off.

They made everything very sexual from the word go. Heathcliffe was black African instead of gypsy and they made him out like some sort of childhood stalker. The way it was filmed just made it seem like Heathcliffe was creeping around and lurking. It was horrible!

The older Heathcliffe was about 30 years too young and the young Cathy and Heathcliffe started off at about 15 instead of about 8 or 9. Urgh. If you are going to do an amazing book like Wuthering Heights and you want to keep it in the time and the era, then you can't be changing the race of the main character and change the whole premise of his relationship with Cathy.

Nasty nasty nasty! Please don't ever watch it! Please! Especially Char as I know it's your favourite book. Just don't do it to yourself. Hideous! And I didn't even manage to watch it all. It made me feel a bit sick actually. Emily Bronte was turning in her grave. I'm sure her ghost is currently haunting the director (who I don't actually know and I could find out but I don't want to. He doesn't deserve me checking out his page. He massacred one of the greatest stories of all times.)

Ahhhh, lunch break over. I guess I should go back in the classroom. Kids being terrible at the moment. Not listening, general terrorising of teachers and friends. It's just lovely really.

Okay and I'm home watching the Men's all round gymnastics final. Ha ha. (4.50)

I actually had fun with the kids. We had our own olympics today. Continuing for the rest of the week. We started with the standing jump then went onto throwing the bean bag into the basket and finished outside with sprint time trials. They had a great time and I tried to be a commentator as well. He he. Tomorrow we will continue with the tricycle race and relay races.

On my way home I started to think about Olympic events I would be good at. Here goes and watch out Rio, they may just be included:

20km walk whilst reading (preferably and extremely long and fantastic fantasy novel!) Not to be too specific.

10km walk with four heavy shopping bags

Marathon whilst singing Kate Bush songs.

Come on! I'd be the greatest Olympian on the face of the Earth for all eternity. Ha ha!

Anyhoo. Visitors for tea and staying over. A making pizza. Nom nom.
I'd better go and sort the table out.

Come on GB. 2 golds and a bronze so far today! Whoop! Come on Gymnasts and Swimmers later too!

Giddiness!