Sitting quietly

I am not very popular with Miss R right now. What have I done? Nothing that I think justifies the wobbly Miss R had. Now it’s no secret that most of us shorten names. Anything two syllables (or longer) is fair game. Miss R does not share this view. In fact she sees my need to shorten names as pathological. She had never had anyone shorten her name before me, and while she is prepared to accept it as something that I do, she’s not happy for anyone else to do it. 

Here’s where it gets tricky. She won’t actually tell anyone that she doesn’t like it. She’s too nice for that sort of directness, (which is probably why she did so well with Japanese). So as the instigator, it’s all my fault, and I will be yelled at accordingly. 

I should point out that I find this all rather amusing. In the grand scheme of things I can’t see any of our friends having an issue with using her whole name, provided she ever works up the courage to tell them. I also know that most of the steam is a result of Miss R not getting enough sleep. However, while she is working on her garden (and has both a sledge hammer and a metal hoe within reach) I am going to stay out of her way. 

Safety first.

falling off the face of the earth ...

Is it really possible that I didn't blog at all during July? See what happens when I have uni break and can step away from the laptop. Shouldn't be a problem again for a while. Already week 3 and the assignments are coming thick and fast.

I will mention this #TweetAugust. Haven't managed to take part yet, but probably will at some point. For now sleep.

electric dreams

There are times that I’m glad I don’t talk in my sleep, and that most days I wake up alone. This morning was one of those times. My memory is not brilliant, but I can’t remember a single night in the last 95 days that I haven’t that dreamt of Ms L. Sometimes she yells at me. Sometimes we talk. The most upsetting are the ones where we have managed to move past everything, where we are just hanging out like the friends we used to be. Those are the dreams that leave me crushed, and make it hard to get out of bed.

Stupid brain.