I don't really even know why I'm doing this, except I wanted to see if I could.
I'm Kate,I'm 51, several stones too heavy, and almost permanently knackered.
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.
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?"
Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!
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!
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!
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.
I'm going to post this now (is that the correct word?) and see what, if anything happens..........
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