Tuesday, 30 September 2008

How very odd...

Had a very odd encounter this evening. I was preparing supper, credit crunch sausage and mash, when there was an almight banging on the front door. Now where we live in the 'burbs of west london, almost no-one calls without telephoning first..so I knew that it was either the emergency services, police raid on the shifty lad next door or some other n'er do well. Upon opening the door, with the kids tucked behind me, I was confronted by a young Gomez Addams. 'Sorry missus' he lisped (yes he actually had a lisp). 'Me 'n me mum need to get to Chertsey Ospital as me girlfriend, who lives at number 37 (vaguely waving in the wrong direction) was taken in quick an we 'ave no money to get there'. 'Excuse me?' I said, to which he repeated his need for funds to get to to the aformentioned hospital. 'Just three quid each for me 'n me mum for a bus pass, as it's better value (!)'. ' I've asked him next door, as he knows me, and he's got no change'. At this point I had come out onto the front step and he started to back away. I must've adopted my 'don't mess with me, I've heard it all before you scamming bastard' face that got me through several years in the Personal Issue Giro section of several inner London benefit offices. I said 'I don't believe you? Where is your mother?' He then ran off. Bizarre. I contemplated phoning the Safer Neighbourhood Team, but what could I say? That I was almost scammed by a young Gomez Addams? That I refused help to a thrifty lad who needed to see his girlfriend? That I imagined it due to sausage 'n mash overload? Hey ho. And the kids didn't bat an eyelid between them. London life eh.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Someone stop that woman...

I have done it again. Or rather not done it. Resign. Resign as chair of the PTA. I promised myself whilst wrestling a coconut from the sticky hands of a small child (thus preventing coconut GBH ) at the fete that I WOULD RESIGN or at the very least not stand for re-election. But her I am up to my armpits in preparations for not just the AGM, but a sodding fancy dress disco. Not a Halloween party, but a fancy dress....ghosts and ghoulies being frowned upon by the head, it being a catholic school 'n all...Although, I can guarantee at least half a dozen Freddie Krugers and that 'Scream' character just from the infants alone...! I will be going as my usual - a witch. It's the only time of the year that a pointy chin and long nose come into their own...!

The only consolation is that the two horrible REAL witches who made my life a misery last year have moved on ...to terrorise the senior school PTA no doubt. They were two of the most spectacularly stupid women I've had the ,erm, pleasure to meet. Bullies really. And, EVERYONE felt the same, except that they were too afraid to say..incredible!

So along with my full time job, addiction to the blogosphere, kids, darling daughter's GCSE prep,managing ex-hub and trying to keep my relationship on the straight and narrow with my lovely boyfriend, I have a whole new committee year to look forward to....Yay! Bring it on!! hmmmm.....