Yesterday was so windy, the classroom door was blown off its hinges! I walked all the way across campus to my designated classroom only to find that the bottom hinge was stretched some inches out form the door frame and as a result was wedged tight against the veranda railing and could not be moved. The wind howled into the classroom, and the the temperature hovered at Antarctic levels, so I alerted the office that the classroom door was in need of repair and I was taking my class back across campus to the library.
Mr FD had the fire lit when I arrived home, which just managed to thaw out my cold nose. It is a beautiful nose, but it does get cold in winter. I discussed the possibility of wearing balaclavas as part of the school uniform with some of the students, but we decided that as it is a rather low socio-economic area with a rather high crime rate, that balaclava wearing might not be a good idea!
There was snow in Queensland on Friday also ; about two hours drive away at Stanthorpe. The weather report stated clearly and repeatedly that the snow would disappear quickly, but that didn’t stop hundreds of people driving out to Stanthorpe on Saturday morning in the hope of seeing snow. Of course, it was long gone. No doubt the wineries in the region did a roaring trade this weekend!
Today, Mr FD and I went shopping in the City, for his hospital clothes – his knee replacement is scheduled for July 29th. Regular devotees are aware Mr FD sleeps naked (no, it is not a pretty sight) and so we have had to purchase pjs. Well actually we opted for shorts and tee-shirts as Mr FD hates the way pjs wrap tightly around him when he sleeps. We completed the purchase with a couple of track suits as he is going to rehab (for his knee, not for a substance addiction!) for a couple of days before returning home.
I know the poor man will be suffering, but damn, I have to say that I am looking forward to a few nights of undisturbed sleep!
And now for something different. Petite Fille has learnt a new word. CRAP. I blame her mother. I first heard Petite Fille utter the word when she was playing with her teddy in her cot and she uttered “Crap, I have a headache.” Her mother heard her say, “Crap, my back is hurting” yesterday. Her mother, Daughter1, is in the habit of saying both phrases. Petite Fille got a little conversation about the use of the word, but I cried “no fair” when Mummy uses it so freely. I did warn Mummy, but some times one must learn these things for one self, if a little too late.
One week of school down, nine to go until end of term! Or 45 school days, if you prefer! Do I sound too eager? Or desperate?