Some days I could just scream and scream and scream, and this is one of them. I have a proper head cold, all sniffles and snot and headaches but not really ill enough to justify staying in bed for a whole day. Frustatingly, I caught from the children at school, most of whom have been away in the last couple of weeks.
My least favourite child is a disgusting ball of snot - today, he spat something out on the carpet; yeuck. I mentioned him to our childminder - her reaction? I bet he's foreign. Well, yes, his family is from Sri Lanka, as it happens. She had once seen an Indian man spit in the streets, and thought of telling him that he should go back to his own country and spit there. A charming woman. Can't wait to stop using her.
Today, in more spitting news, the nanny of another child spat on the ground outside our Nursery. If I see her doing that again, I am going to call her on it, as it is disgusting. Yeuck, yeuck. I hate my job sometimes.
What else? I got a load of Christmas information - lots of money to spend on a night out with my colleagues, I don't THINK so. I am not going to our Christmas meal as it is just too complicated with the girls schedules, so I will hoy my Secret Santa into the bag and give it a miss. I could do it if I want to, but I really, really don't.
Three good things:
I sold a baby grow for a tenner.
My friend has had a baby, and wants a baby grow.
It is nearly Hattie's birthday. I can't believe it.
Oh golly, I just can't bear it any longer. I need a new job.