I have been attacked! Whether it is from a plague of microscopic minibeasts or an allergic reaction of some sort, I don't really care at this point. All I know, is that I am unbearably itchy and itchiness makes me irritable. When I get irritable, I have a very low tolerance level for annoying people. In all fairness, the people are probably not deliberately setting out to annoy me, but when my whole body is one itching, burning, fiery mess, then you can expect that whatever you say might annoy me. So be prepared and think carefully before you speak.
At the moment I'm like the busy bee that was stung with its own sting. Frenetic activity, the usual December madness that afflicts everyone involved in education.
This year I have decided I fancy escaping to a cave in some exotic setting. I think I can live there quite easily all by myself as long as I have electricity for cable TV and wireless internet. Oh, and a flush loo with a privacy screen around it. I don't want monkeys perving at me whilst I perform my ablutions. A nice firm mattress would be good as well, getting sand stuck in all my crevices would probably be most unpleasant. And a fridge with some cold coke and chilled white wine. A cave might have bats, and after my adventures with rats, I might give a cave a miss. Bring on a luxury beach cottage in an exotic setting, that's probably what I need. Delicious seafood, okay, my mind is going off on a tangent.
People. Who needs them? Pestering, pedantic people.
I guess I do. It makes life far more interesting. And the strange thing is you can have a run-in with a long line of pesky people, and one person gives you a compliment or says something nice and all is well with your world. Now, if only I can get rid of these itches!
Cindy
1 comment:
Thanks for the offer Silvius. The problem is one of time. I just don't have enough of it.
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