| Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 |
| 4:32 pm |
The Great Flock in the Sky
My suspicions were correct and Mia has now gone. |
| 1:06 pm |
Score No. # for Evil 2008
Mia the cockatiel has not been well for a while. Thanks to a science diet, antibiotics via water and occasionally forced down his throat, and just lately a crazy steam-punk superscience device to make him inhale meds, he has not looked like a Skeksis.
Despite all this we can't ignore the fact that he spends much of his time at the bottom of his cage, his eyes and sinuses are still swollen etc. When we started him on the nebuliser things started to improve. For about a week he would sing about once per day. But now he's back to his old self.
I told myself that when I am home he is happy, but even then I was denying his misery when his Daddy was not at home. Just today I have come to accept that when I am home he is not really happy, merely comforted.
Taking him to the vets this afternoon. My last visit to the vets told me that the nebuliser (and some sitting outside in the sunshine) was his last chance for improvement. He has not improved. In the grand scheme of things its a only a small turd on life's path, but it's strong in my nostrils at this moment.
There is a plot next to his old cage-mate Marcellus in my parent's garden. |
| Thursday, July 17th, 2008 |
| 4:44 pm |
Sunday Preach
I am preaching at my church this Sunday. All, believers and non-believers, are welcome to attend. Since its my first full-length preach I am a little nervous and would welcome any support.
For the whole nerves thing, I wonder if its appropriate to picture my audience naked? |
| Friday, June 13th, 2008 |
| 1:57 pm |
Big it up for Mr Lloyd
I have a term's worth of drama teaching coming up in September at Werneth High School in Romiley. Its a lovely place, the staff are great and the kids are relatively nice. Go me! |
| Thursday, May 22nd, 2008 |
| 9:05 am |
meme
Reply to this and I shall write something I like about you. |
| Tuesday, May 20th, 2008 |
| 7:23 pm |
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| 5:09 pm |
Dog
In other news, myself and Lindsay are now boarders for a very large golden-white labrador called Kaine. He is a trainee guide dog who lives with us evenings and weekends. I like him very much. Come and meet him if you are so inclined. |
| 5:05 pm |
Caroline's Funeral
Today was Caroline's funeral. I'm sorry for not posting about this earlier, I only found out about it on Friday myself and I have not really had much interweb time. There was a small family service at 2pm at the hospital (where Caroline's mum is currently unable to leave) followed by a broader public one at 3pm at the crem in Rochdale.
Both were well conducted by Baptist minister from Heywood. There were a few tears all round. |
| Wednesday, April 30th, 2008 |
| 7:36 am |
Caroline Update
Caroline had been depressed for a couple of months. She had been forced by circumstance to get rid of all her animals bar one small dog. She was temporarily living at her mother's in order to look after her (Mum having contracted MRSA in hospital).
It appears that Caroline fell asleep, and simply didn't wake up. Presumably there will be a medical investigation (although her health wasn't good she wasn't in immediately fatal danger) and we may know more specifics later. I will keep folk updated with funeral arrangements if anyone wants to know.
My prayers are with her family. |
| Monday, March 24th, 2008 |
| 8:07 pm |
Fictional Sex Meme Because this is more interesting than it should be, in no particular order: ( Here they are ) |
| Thursday, March 20th, 2008 |
| 8:26 am |
Preaching + Correction
The preach went well on Sunday, even though it overran thanks to me and the compadres over-preparing. I am investigating ways to get my bit in downloadable electronic form so you can all smell my God-given wisdom.
Thanks to Paul for supporting me and giving me a good online review. One small correction - the preach was not about God giving me a spanking. It was about how conventional religious wisdom might interpret events that way, but I didn't because my God isn't like that (see preach). I could get all self-conscious because maybe I didn't get my point across, but several other people have told me they got it. |
| Saturday, March 15th, 2008 |
| 2:36 pm |
Preaching anxiety
Jesus went into the desert for forty days and forty nights before he started on the preaching circuit. People assume that was to wrestle with temptation, come to terms with his destiny, reacquaint himself with his divine heritage and pass the forty day test to become the inspiration for a world religion.
Actually it was so he could write his first sermon. Its hard! And scary! |
| Monday, February 25th, 2008 |
| 5:42 pm |
Preacherman
On Sunday March 16th, I will be doing my first official preach in church. I will be sharing the spot with two other chaps. Since all three of us are under 40 and not ugly, I am provisionally entitling this service 'One for the Ladies.' Hopefully this will lead to more preaching engagements in future....
The only downside is that I need to prepare lots and liase with my colleagues. Which takes time and effort.
So... you are all welcome to attend if you wish. Claremont Church, St George's Road, Bolton, 10:30 am, March 16th.
SoSers may be disappointed if they come along expecting me to preach as Brother Justin (or not... I might get a bit zealous), and will definately be disappointed if they expect me to preach as Uncle Roger. |
| 5:39 pm |
A Good Day
Today is a good day, professionally speaking.
I did some daily supply which didn't completely suck, and neither did the one on Friday.
I found out I have an interview on Wedneseday at Prestwich Arts College, which is good.
Yay me! |
| Saturday, February 2nd, 2008 |
| 10:40 am |
Blue skies
Having taken a week off to collect my head, I went back to supply work yesterday. I'll be teaching in a 6th form college for most of next week. The kids are enthusiastic and there are no behaviour problems. Yay!
Interestingly, this college is supposed to be no 9 in the top 10 colleges in the country. Which doesn't explain why one of the students, when referring to possible costumes for Henrik Ibsen's "A Doll's House," repeatedly described his ideas as "authentic to the Norwegian Period." Chuckles. |
| Friday, January 25th, 2008 |
| 9:48 pm |
Crapola So, I walked out of my wonderful new job on Thursday, after a sleepless night and a monstrous stress headache complete with shakes. Its a good school that does wonders for some unfortunate kids (kids from Longsight and Moss Side - number 9 in the "country's most most socially deprived school" charts, pop-pickers). Unfortunately a number of factors came into play: 1. The school just isn't for me. I've worked successfully with rough kids and low ability kids before, but its just soooooo..... I find it difficult to teach and put out multiple fires (metaphorical fires I mean) at the same time. I know that is the way that teachers have to work some times, but there was just too much of that in this school. 2. The school did not have time to properly introduce me to all its disciplinary systems and admin procedures. I wasn't really properly supported until the beginning of this week, by which time I have already started to get what would probably be diagnosed as stress-related depression. 3. The kids really miss their previous teacher. I know why, he was a very good teacher and mostly a very good guy. He didn't tell any of them he was leaving until his last lesson with each of them though... git. So, even if they have been told otherwise, I am the bad man who came and took their blessed Sir away from them. 4. The head of department is a fair and reasonable (if slightly aloof) person. She is a remarkable teacher for these kinds of kids. She is also married to the guy who I'm replacing. She didn't seem to understand that she would need to find a way of communicating, supporting and encouraging me as her newly qualified junior colleague. Of course, her husband probably got all that through their relationship but all I was getting were some very aloof reassurances that everything would be fine and I should just teach my own way. Whilst maintaining the departmental standardisation... So I'm on the job market again. Or at least I will be once I sort my head out. I've been force-feeding myself guilt sandwiches, then washing them down with some bitter medicine that makes me throw it all back up again. I keep thinking of myself as a failure and a loser. But I'm not. I've had some really successful times during my training, my supply and my voluntary work so I know I can do this. I am a good teacher. Its just finding the right place. In my head as well as in the field of employment. Current Mood:  crushed |
| Friday, January 4th, 2008 |
| 4:27 pm |
True | You Act Like You Are 26 Years Old | 
You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.
You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.
The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them. |
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| Monday, November 26th, 2007 |
| 3:47 pm |
I have the part-time job which will keep me going till Christmas! |
| 8:39 am |
My wife is funny
Lindsay's humour always excels through hysteria. While manically trying to scrape off multiple layers of wallpaper and knock off tiles applied with a number of different types of adhesive in the middle of what looks like bombsite she expressed the following:
"I would like to have a few words with the man who invented woodchip wallpaper, but if he is still alive I suspect he can only communicate in a series of clicks and whistles."
***
Me: While we're doing this, we should switch off the electricity and...
Lins: Pretend we're in The Blitz?
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I love my wife :-) |
| 8:32 am |
Bleurgh...
Not sure if its that hard work disagrees with me or what, but vomitted after finishing the prep on the bathroom last night. Then spent the whole night with a fever.
I lay in bed, not quite asleep, in the fervent belief that I had to save the world the next day using The Subtle Knife (Pullman) but I couldn't remember the plan properly.
The sad reality of the situation is that I have a job interview today at 12:00 for a part-time job that will run until Christmas, and be very useful. Oh what fun. I'll be shivering and gibbering all the way through it... |
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