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Monday 14 October 2013

The wheelbarrow fairy, tomatoes and a washing line

The wheelbarrow fairy, tomatoes and a washing line. What a mix! It was raining again so fairy found things to do!
First was cut off the overhang from the porch that has been causing the guttering to dribble (OH should have a round tuit for xmas as he hadn't gotten around to it yet!)
Next was tackle the emptying of the small greenhouse of weeds, tomatoes, peppers and snails (I just don't like snails!) Small greenhouse~~> this is the one dad made for under a tenner!

So, tomatoes in a box to continue to ripen, peppers in the house, all weeds in a pile in the hegde!! Now we find the washing line i bought by mistake at a rally last summer and string it up!

And finally cat blankies with somewhere to dry that won't cost me the earth in electric!! Another load went on later and is happily drying out of the rain but with a nice breeze through both doors of the greenhouse :) clever aint I!!?
Then there was alot of grapes lovely and purple...so there's a vat of grape juice dripping through muslin in the kitchen:)
And then there was DS. He's really not a happy bunny. Everytime he wears something different the head of sixth form(we shall call her harridan henceforth) bans it within a couple of days. I'm not imagining it. First it was hats, hoodies, jeans , soft soled shoes came next. Last week it was gloves (yes she banned gloves as winter comes up!) and today DS was told as he shivered from his ride to school on his ped that he wasn't allowed to wear a scarf. Harridan picks him out as an example every day. Today he was wearing.. Nice new leather man shoes, proper slim fit mens trousers, a smart shirt, a tie and waistcoat. He has to wear a leather jacket to ride his ped...and a hoody or he'll freeze. But before he'd had a chance to remove his outer garments haridan had started on him. And here's my favourite bit. He volunteers at the schools sister site (primary). Which has the same headmistress. He was told today, by harridan to remove his piercings if he wants to keep going.
THE NEW HEADMISTRESS HAS HER NOSE PIERCED!!
(and her tongue for that matter!)
I'm big, you're small,
I'm right, you're wrong.
I shouldn't be sat with my 17 yr old son crying, telling me he doesn't know how much longer he can stand staying at sixth form because of her. Rant over!!!!

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