Tuesday, 18 June 2013

All a-Twitter

You may have noticed that a Twitter feed (is that the right term?) has appeared on the side bar. I don't know why, but I had the sudden urge to reactivate the Twitter account I set up two and a half years ago. Of course, I don't know how long this fad will last, but I do know it's a lot easier to manage now I have an I-pad and have downloaded the Twitter app. 

So, I arrived home today feeling very flimsy. No other way to describe it. Flimsy. Could be the weather, which is very close at the moment and threatening thunder storms. Could have been my having to deal with a couple of students today, one of whom refuses to talk so our whole hour is conducted using frantic sign language and even more frantic nodding and head shaking, and another student who has a low IQ, the reading age of a five year old and whose answer to every problem is to punch it. Physically and metaphorically.

Anyway, as part of my battle against the increasing matronly bazoom I have taken to walking to and from work each day - forty minutes there and forty minutes back, eighty minutes altogether and around 9,000 steps. This could also have be responsible for making me feel flimsy. So I got home and decided to recline my flimsy self on my sheepskin rug and read awhile and hopefully unflim. After I'd had a shower, that is, and fed the cats, cleaned out the litter trays, made a cup of tea, put a load of washing in the machine, swept the kitchen floor and collected eggs. 

And dealt with email and gathered ideas ready for work tomorrow. And brought in the bins (green recycle, garden waste and food waste) from the drive because the bin men NEVER put them back where they find them. And written a blog entry because now I have two to keep up with, and had dinner and written another blog entry and all in all I am sitting here still feeling very flimsy.

I hope there is more flimsiness going on in the world today, and it isn't just me. Maybe we should all join together and unite in our flimsiness. Maybe we should declare today National Fimsy Day.

'What is she talking about?' says Daisy.
'I have no idea,' says Primrose.
'I have a cousin called Flimsy,' says Daisy.
'Fascinating,' says Primrose.



2 comments:

Countryside Tales said...

Wine is a good cure for flimsiness. And sleep is too. Hope you have a more stout day tomorrow (which sounds wrong but hopefully you know what I mean).

Denise said...

My day was marginally stouter today, thank you very much CT! Slightly sticky, though, but I think this was due to weather. Bracing myself for the promised thunderstorms later tonight!