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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:katymay.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>french teacher</title><link rel="self" href="http://katymay.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://katymay.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T16:41:44+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:katymay.blog.co.uk,2007-04-26:/2007/04/26/today~2164886/</id><title>today</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://katymay.blog.co.uk/2007/04/26/today~2164886/"/><author><name>katymay</name></author><published>2007-04-26T14:37:08+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:37:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hello.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don't really even know why I'm doing this, except I wanted to see if I could.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm Kate,I'm 51, several stones too heavy, and almost permanently knackered.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm married to a man I don't deserve, and have three wonderful daughters who are the light and delight of my life. I'm a fully paid-up member of the teaching profession, currently teaching French in an itty-bitty rural school.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's exam week, and I am inundated with questions like "Do we have to answer in French?" and "Will you translate all the questions for me?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My life is ordinary, except that it is full of extraordinary people. I am blessed with a number of generous, articulate and funny friends who continually inspire me. I am surrounded by people who show great kindness, especially when it is most needed and least expected. Mind you, I encounter my fair share of nutters too!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Tonight there will be the usual (at least for us) heated dispute about food. My husnband and one daughter are vegetarian, the other still-at-home one is fussy, fussy to the point of rudeness, and I'm currently trying to 're-educate my palate'. They won't eat what I might want, and will be vociferous in their refusal, but neither will they get themselves sorted. Actually, that's not true. Husband will get himself sorted - two glasses of wine and a lump of bread and cheese and he'll be happy. Bless him!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am coming to accept the fact that I live with a family of eccentrics. Okay, some of it is down to me, but please? As a result of what I will now refer to as 'eccentricity' but which other people might regard as self-indulgence or indolence, our house is never what I might want it to be. it's the sort of place where you always have to move something, usually, in fact, a pile of somethings, before you can sit down. It makes life interesting, I suppose, but realising that you've sat on a stack of underwear or the cat has limited entertainment value.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm going to post this now (is that the correct word?) and see what, if anything happens..........
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