A woman’s work is never done

I’m only tired if I do too much, like last week when I supervised 3 School Certificate papers, went to an Xmas party, a school committee meeting, had a 12 hour day filming for a chemist’s ad, drove to X and back for a cricket match and then had a w/e with a school fair (‘Bring 2 cakes!’) and the Confirmation.

I hope there are now lots of other staff there apart from you. And as to that ungrateful greedy parent – I should be inclined to spit in her eye and let fly with curses I think! It really is hardly worth trying and you must sometimes despair.

drinking for two

As I’d baked bread and biscuits, washed my hair, shopped and gone to a polite tea party, and made a dip for the evening + cooked dinner, and then spent over 2 hours polite chat – combined with Y’s potent punch as X was driving, I feel flattened today – but we’ve got 3 functions we should go to this p.m.