March Dance Challenge 31 – Swan Lake


Well here we are then, the end of the month, so the end of my dance challenge! I must admit I have really enjoyed collecting all my favourite pieces of dance, each one of them having a personal meaning to me. I hope for those of you that are interested in dance have enjoyed my choices.

Now what next? What shall I do for April? because now I’m in the habit of posting everyday, I may as well carry on. I have noticed you get more response from photos, than videos, I suppose because it is a bit of an effort watching a whole video, unless you have a great interest in it. So I could go back to posting a photo, or I did think about posting a favourite piece of music of mine everyday, I’m not sure, what do you think?

Anyway, I started the month with my favourite ballet, and I shall end the month with my favourite ballet, this is the entrance of the swans, the corps de ballet. I love the togetherness, the symmetry of the lines and circles, all moving as one, beautiful! I gave this a go once as part as the corps de ballet in London, it’s harder than you think keeping absolutely perfectly together, took a lot of practise!

I look forward to your April challenge ideas! X


March Dance Challenge 24 – 42nd Street


This clip is from a great old musical, 42nd Street! We’re in the money!

The reason I have chose this is because it always reminds me of me doing it. I performed this musical a few times, when I was young, on big silver dollars and everything, in a professional production, and as a teacher with my adult tap class, again we danced on big round wooden sheets.

It’s all tap springs, tap step ball changes, and time steps!

So get your tap shoes out! 5 6 7 8

2013 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,400 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 40 trips to carry that many people.

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How To Know When You’re A Teacher

I don’t often reblog something! But this blogger has just summed up my life!

And can I just add that I have heard my name when I was naked at the swimming pool just at the point when I was shimming off my costume under my towel and it drops to the floor and I heard screeching across the changing rooms ‘hi miss c’ ….. Great! X

Suzie Speaks

How you know when You're a teacher

Updated August 2018, originally published July 2013

1. Regardless of where you are – shopping, the cinema, in a restaurant, even on a beach on holiday – you’ll almost always hear ‘Hi Miss/Sir’ or hear your name shouted out at you and instantly know that a student is standing in the immediate vicinity. The event of this happening is even more likely when you’re wearing your scruffy clothes and haven’t washed your hair.

2. You are called ‘Mum/Dad’ accidentally at least ten times a day.

3. You’ve learnt not to complain about your job to your non-teacher friends as this will always elicit a ‘but you get three months off a year, you have it so easy’ response from them and you don’t wish to get into yet another confrontation while you’re trying to drink your cocktail.

4. Excitement can be found in the discovery of attractive stationery, and hours…

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And the award goes to….

Thanks to a fellow blogger who you can visit here they have nominated me for an Liebster Blog Award! How lovely!

So here are my nominations and what you need to do is answer 11 questions, nominate 11 blogs, ask them 11 questions. It is quite a nice way to get to know your fellow bloggers a bit more, I have quite enjoyed it really, even though it is a little time consuming!

These are the answers to the questions I was asked.

What’s your favourite smell?
Clean laundry.

Where would you like to go if you had an all-expenses paid trip?
Where do I start…. Bora bora, Hong Kong, Thailand, lakes of Italy to name but a few!

What was your favourite book when you were little?
Can’t say I remember doing any reading as a child, I left primary school unable to read, bit special really. Can’t really believe that I am a teacher now. I often think that when the children are doing their work that I have taught them, ‘bet my teachers would have never believed I would be doing this now’ they said I was thick! Anyway I digress, I don’t really read books now either but I do read a lot, if you see what I mean!

Sweet or savoury?
Defiantly savoury, I don’t eat anything sweet.

You have a evening just for you. What do you do?
Sit in a jacuzzi, sipping lager, and there be absolutely silence.

Beach or lake?
Beach, but only in a hot country, not here in cold, wet blighty.

You can only take one thing with you on a desert island… What do you choose?
A knife.

What do you look for in a blog?
It needs to make me either laugh or cry.

One thing you can’t stand.
People who ‘sweat the small stuff’ as I call it. Which means that they worry and moan about things that aren’t really important. Oh and people that moan about things and don’t do anything to change it.

One thing that makes you happy.
This is one thing of many, seeing the children at school have fun and grow in confidence.

You have to give up one thing. What would your biggest sacrifice be?
Earplugs at night, can’t sleep without them!

And here are the new questions for my nominated bloggers!

If you where to be a celebrity for a day, who would you be and why?
What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
What’s the worst gift you’ve ever received?
What was your favorite food when you were a child?
What is your favorite body part?
If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be?
What story does your family always tell about you?
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet?
If you could throw any kind of party, what would it be like and what would it be for?

I look forward to reading your answers! Enjoy! X

This is great idea that is why I have reblogged it and I so want to write something! I will see if I can squeeze it into my teaching week! X

The Daily Post

For some of us, blogging is personal. Others are trying to educate or entertain; many more are hybrids. Yet we’re all storytellers. Creative Writing Challenges help you to push your writing boundaries, show off your blogging chops, and, hopefully, spark more post ideas.

To participate, tag your post with DPchallenge or leave a link to it in the comments. (It would also be great if you could link to this post to encourage people to take part – the more the merrier!)  Your post should be specifically written in response to this challenge. We’ll keep an eye on the tag and highlight some of our favorite posts on Freshly Pressed on Friday.

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2012 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

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Not my best look!


Today I have mainly been home with chicken pox!

Chicken pox at my age! I have already had it once! It’s not been so bad this time though! It must be those pesky virus infested rug rats that did it!

Not my most attractive look!

If anyone of you want to come and peel me a grape that would be nice! X

Today’s Lesson is….

Over the next few weeks I am going to work out how to do lots of new things on my blog! Aren’t you glad you are going to take this journey with me! For some of you cyber professionals this is probably boring for you, but to us posting virgins it is quite a big deal.

Now today’s lesson is ‘how am I to get a YouTube video posted on my blog?’

My son has been practicing a new piano piece, and it is one of my favourites. So I thought I would share that with you. Now to post this I think that I am going to have to save this as a draft to my blog then add the video at the other end! We shall see…

Follow Fridays

I read something on someone’s blog that it is a nice idea to mention your follow Fridays on your blog. I think this is a good idea, so I am giving it a go. I think it is more personal and you can say more about them. I also think it is far too easy just to hit the username and stick hundreds of them on your list without due care and attention, I know I have done this myself. But I want to put more thought into it and recognise the people who I have come to meet and have taken the time chat. I asked someone the other day who has and is following thousands of people how they keep up with them all, they said that people are not all on-line at the same time, but surely, and I find this with just the few hundred that I follow and the ones that follow me, I don’t have the time to chat with everyone. And this weekend is a prime example of this. On Sunday my followers increased by over a hundred because of the #duncansdreams, which is great but are people just following for the sake of following? I like to take a moment to look at their bio and read their last tweets, look at their blogs, before I follow someone, quality rather than quantity. Anyway I’m not sure what you think, I would be interested to know.

The main reason I have chosen these lovely people this week because I have had great chats with them, so here are this week’s special people who I would like you to follow….


My top five of the week


Even though this gentleman is a new follower for me this week, already I have chatted with him. I think he has a great sense of humour, a dry wit, and his blog is very interesting to read. I find it hard to concentrate on some people’s blogs, I’m not a great reader, but his kept my attention.


Now this gentleman does not need much promoting as he already has thousands of followers, but I would like to considering he seems a very busy person, he does take the time to answer you and chat. I think he is very knowledgeable in the workings of the cyber world, and comes across as an alright kind of guy.


I enjoy reading this lady’s tweeters and she has a fabulous blog. She is a mother of a young little girl and I enjoy hearing about her daily trials and tribulation, it takes me back to the time I had little ones and makes me glad I don’t have to be doing that again. She always chats back with you and seems generally a nice and funny person.


Now this gent is very funny, says random stuff sometimes but on the whole he seems a good guy. He again always chats with you, has interesting tweets and always seems upbeat, I sometimes don’t understand what he is talking about but that’s the appeal I think. Oh and he has nice views in his garden.


Now this lady is just an all round love. She is from Holland and has a cute dog called Bobbie. You are guaranteed that this lovely will always chat with you and she will always answer you if you tweet something, I think she likes chatting with lots of different people.

The thing is there are loads of lovelies I wanted to put on this week, but I did limit myself, otherwise it not about quality. I’m sorry if you are not on this week, maybe you will be next week. Now if I was clever enough and knew how to do it I would have put a link to these peoples twitter so you could follow them instantly, but I don’t know how to do that, maybe someone could help me with that!!

The Sentence Began… Part Two

First day had arrived and after travelling seven hours with large full red trunk in tow, we finally arrived and drove up the gravel driveway. The only way I can describe it is something out of ‘Sense and Sensibility’. Bearing in mind I was looking at this through the eyes of an eleven year old everything looked enormous, the building was majestic, an original Rothschild mansion. The main entrance was over towered by two stone pillars which looked like they were guarding the wooden doors and what was beyond. I was in ore and feeling apprehensive to even getting out of the car. There was what seemed like, hundreds of cars with little wide eyed faces peering out of their car windows, being guided were to park, I had arrived. Were to go now? Walking between the stone guards we went up the staircase and into the lobby area which was floor to ceiling covered in photos of people past, royalty, cups and certificates. Gave them my name and was pointed towards a door. When I walked through the door what I saw to me was just this mystical place, a grand stairway going up, doors, pillars, marble floor, and a huge glass window which the height of the hall looking into a room which was the first dance studio I saw, but this studio was no ordinary dance studio that I had seen before. It was panelled with oak, had gargoyles glaring down at you, two fire places that you could stand in, barres, mirrors, and a grand piano situated in the large bay windows. We were told to put my trunk in the ballet room, which was one of the doors off the hallway. Yet another studio, this one was decorated in pale blue, again had a fire place, barres, mirrors and another grand piano. The room was jammed with trunks all sizes and colours, in joined my red one. What next? We wondered around aimlessly taking in the surroundings found two more studios off the main hallway. One a red room which looked out to the back gardens, where there was tennis courts. A room, which was a ballroom, the grandest room yet. It had a fireplace that had two marble angels either side hovering, glaring over you. The scent of the whole place was dust. There were many clusters of parents with their offspring all doing the same as us, wondering around not quite know what was going to happen next. Then it was indicated that the parents had to leave their blossoms. Now as far as I can remember I could not wait for my parents to leave, not even watching them go it was kind of a ‘ya right then bye’, then they were gone. I wish in hindsight that I had savoured their leaving because this was the last time I was to see them or speak to them for seven weeks. A bit like the doors in ‘porridge’, bang our sentence began.

Vienna Here I Come

Well my bank holiday weekend ended up being an epic adventure, it started Saturday morning by me waking up earlier than usual because I am as bad as the kids, I was excited. I had booked months ago tickets to see Andre Reiu in concert in Vienna, they had cost a small fortune and they were tricky to get. So the weekend had come finally not only a weekend away but the beginning of my half term holiday. The concert was due to start at 7.30 that evening, but that was ok because the plane got into Vienna at 5.30, plenty of time. My brother in law took us to Heathrow, we left at nine and arrived at one.  Was dropped off at Heathrow said our ‘goodbyes’ and in we went.

Gracie my travelling partner

Because we had checked in on line the day before all we needed to do was to check in the luggage. There was no queue which was great considering it was a bank holiday weekend. Went straight through security and had time to look around duty free, perfect, so far so good. Then our gate came up, gate 56, why is it always the one that is the furthest away? I felt as if we had walked halfway back to Devon to get to it. Anyway we got there with plenty of time to spare, which is unusual, because it is quite common for us to be running for a plane, but today it was all going very smoothly and we could see the plane parked up on the runway waiting for us. We settled ourselves down, got the compulsory trashy magazines out and waited for the call for us to start boarding the plane. We had been sat there for about five minutes when an announcement piped up, ‘there is an electrical fault with the plane, but once it is fix we will be able to board you on the plane, I will give you an update in about 15 or20 minutes’. That’s ok I thought 20 minutes late, they always make up time in the air, we will be there in time still. After about half an hour another announcement piped up, ‘we are still looking for the part to fix the plane, we have got people all over the airport looking and as soon as we have found it we then have to fix it, I will update you in another 20 minutes’. Find the part, and to top that off I saw out the window in a white van with two men in florescent jackets looking and scratching their heads over what looked like a manual. Good job I am not a nervous flyer that would have tipped me over the edge, my confidence was beginning to dwindle. So we sat there trying to work out the timings, its ok as long as we have left by 3.30 we would still make it. We will have to get the taxi straight to the concert, but that’s alright. So we sat a bit longer, then another announcement, ‘we have found the part to fix the plane, all we need to do

  Look no queues!

now is fix it, that might take a bit of time, but we have lots of engineers on the case, of cause it is better that the you get to your destination safely and late than not at all’. This is honestly what she said, what announcement school did she go too? If I was her I would get my money back. My better half went to find out what time they thought they would be getting going. 4.50, we were fucked, that meant that we would not arrive until 6.50, then with the hour difference that’s 7.50, then by the time you get off and get your luggage, we were not going to get there till at least 8.30, bugger, what do we do now? Our options were to continue to Vienna, but we were only going for the concert and coming back the Sunday afternoon, or not go and try and salvage what we had left of the day and maybe go into central London and claim our money back. So off we marched to ask for our bag to be taken off the plane, but the queue to the desk had become rather long as people were queuing to either get a meal voucher or get their bags off too. My better half came back saying I will be surprised if our bag does turn up they did not even take our names.

They said to go to arrivals to get the bag, so off we went to try and get out of the departure lounge. We walked all the way back to the duty free area and back to security where we came in, but they sent us back near to the gate again, who sent us back up again, how do we get out, help! Well of cause we were in a secure area so we found another security guy who said we needed to go to immigration, which was down there, round the corner, in a lift up to the next level, off we set again to find immigration, one women on a desk sent us down the wrong corridor, so back up the corridor to find more security men who let us through a secure gate, we found the lift then up to immigration, we found it, but of cause this is where everyone goes when they get off their plane and come into the country, so we joined the queue and got our passports ready to show. Interesting showing our passport to get back in when we had not been anywhere. We went up to the desk, ‘where have you been travelling from madam?’, ‘gate 56’ we replied. We did get a strange look, but then we went into our spill, the same story that had been repeated several times. So she had a little smile, one that said ‘ya good luck finding your bag’ smile, gave us our passports and off we went to the baggage reclaim. Well which conveyer belt would it be coming in on? Found the information desk, such a helpful man, not, after we and others from the Vienna flight waited for him to finish his conversation on the phone, asked were our luggage would be, he said one and pointed. So we waited. As you can see from the photo, not much action going on. It

  Where’s our bag?

 was at this point I said ‘I need a larger’. Again we were in a secure area, we asked the security man if we went out of this area would we be able to get back in, he said yes as long as we were escorted back by security. I thought it was worth it for a larger, so out we went. Found a bar back where we started, had a pint, then trotted or should I say floated back to see if bag had turned up yet. Found the gate that we needed to get through to the other side. As the bag was in my name I was the only one allowed through, off came the shoes again, passport out, I had four security people watching me, bearing in mind I had had a pint of larger on an empty stomach, I had to use all my concentration to stay up right to balance to get my shoes off. It’s like when you are a teenager and have been drinking trying to act sober in front of your parents, I was starting to get the giggles. I walked through the metal detector and a big serious woman was waiting for me. ‘Arms out straight’, she did a full body search, she was so through, she checked my mouth, luckily I was chewing a piece of gum so I don’t think she smelt the larger. I thought any minute now she is going to slap some rubber gloves on and ask me to bend over. Another security man escorted me to my bag, it was there, a miracle. Out I went with the bag, now get to the hotel that we had booked, it was only 10 minutes away, so how hard could that be. £60 for the taxi, £95 for the hotel room later, at least we had a bed for the night. Sunday morning we thought we would get our monies worth in the breakfast. Even that did not go right. The tables were dirty, the food was cold, cold coffee, no veggie option, had to ask for clean cups and saucers, so off I went and had a little chat with the duty manager.  All in all, what a weekend, thanks BMI.

St Trinians with a Splash of Hogwarts…Part One

I thought I would share with you my experience of secondary school because I think I’m safe to say that my adventure was different to most people. Just imagine a place that was a mixture of the fun and excitement of St Trinians, the mystery of Hogwarts, and the incarceration of prison, that was the place where I was sent. I say sent, I went willingly, but I think it was not what it said on the tin, or the picture that was sold to me. I went because I was told that I would have to give up my dancing when I go to secondary, bearing in mind I was dancing every single day, it was my life, so yes I would have done anything to continue. It sounded like heaven  dancing, singing, music and drama all day and weekends, even better, all of this and with no parents. What more could a ten year old want?

The process to get into the school was rigorous, even to get an interview at the school, photos, and letters needed to be completed before you set a toe on the grounds. The audition day was jam packed with, a singing, dancing, drama, and academic tests. There seemed to me that there was hundreds of hopefuls going for a place at this prestigious school, that I did not think there was a hope in hell that a young naive farmer girl like me would never be good enough for a place like this. The only thing that I thought had going for me was when the head teacher was interviewing me in front if a panel of five, and a room full of peers, worst than the x factor, was she asked what my father did for a living, I said a farmer, her eyes lit up. Maybe she thought oh this one will be alright because her dad owns land, he will be able to pay the fees. And so the day came and went and we played the waiting game for the letter to arrive to give us the verdict, is she in or is she out? Well she was in and the excitement of this new adventure was just great at the time. I could boost to children of where I was going, which I relished in because up till now I had just been there in the background not really good at anything no one really noticing me, but oh they took noticed now, especially my dancing chums, because some of them had tried to get into a school like this and couldn’t or their parents could not afford the fees. I was in the local paper, which was not hard I suppose, because I would only have to sniff and mother put it in the newspapers. But all in all I was enjoying this new found celebrity statues. Just getting the uniform or should I say uniforms was an adventure in its self. The never ending list arrived for the paraphernalia we needed to have, there was five sets of different uniforms, daily wear, summer uniform, winter uniform, Sunday best uniform and dance uniform, all of this to be purchased from a huge department store in London. So with all this you can imagine my eagerness to get to this magical place was at fever pitch. Little did I know how quickly this would fizzle away…….

Stepping Out…


Have you ever seen the film ‘Stepping Out’? Well if you have I’m living that reality! If you haven’t it needs a bit of explanation.

Fifteen years ago I was at the stage of my life where I had not stepped into a dance studio for years, I had produced two sprogglets, gone through personal illness, first child had a rough start to life, and just given birth to number two. I was missing my dancing, which I had been doing since the age of three, and went to professional ballet school, here my childhood dance teacher said ‘why don’t you get back into it and start-up a tap class’. Well that was an idea, and I managed to get a teaching slot at the local leisure centre.

So I turned up to the very first lesson with my tape recorder, tap shoes in hand and was very nervous! There were about thirty adults there, all shapes and sizes, some looking very professional in their spandex and leg warmers others looking more nervous than me. I managed to get through the lesson, considering I was in this huge echoing sports hall that had a curtain across the middle, dividing it into two and on the other side of the curtain they were holding a netball game. My poor little tape recorder struggled to keep up over the noise. Also some of the participants or as I call them ‘victims’ came to a tap dance lesson without the vital equipment, tap shoes. (That’s like going to swimming without your costume!) I’m guessing it’s not quite as satisfying doing tap in silence in a pair of trainers.

Many events have happened in and around the tap lessons over the years, these are some of the ones that stick in my mind the most. Not long after I had started the lessons, my little blossom number two was about fourteen months and had learnt to walk at a young age. On the afternoon before tap I was sitting in the lounge and heard a sudden scream from the kitchen. He had managed to take his small stool, put it up against the worktop and pull a freshly made pot of tea over himself. As you can imagine it was panic stations, under shower, call the ambulance, go to hospital, dress his burns and sent home. I don’t know why and how I did it but I still managed to teach tap in the evening.

We have been in four halls over the years, after the sports hall we moved into the town hall but we had to move from the town hall because they said we were leaving scratch marks on the wooden floor. They did suggest that we not wear our tap shoes or bring boards to tap on, helpful. I didn’t take them up of their offer, but I did ring the papers and get our picture taken with ‘sad faces’ outside the councillors’ shop that complained about us. We were front page with our story of ‘where do we go’ because we have been thrown out. Luckily from this we got offers from several halls, so we moved to our next home which was the ambulance hall.

We have performed at several events over the years, such as, the local secondary school at their annual dance festival. The first year was, as we call it the ‘blue dresses ‘year. We had these horrendous blue dresses that made they made us all look like fat grapes. We danced to The Entertainer and ladies had only been learning tap for a term, so the variety in steps was limited to a shuffle here, a tap spring there and lots of swaying. It was pretty dire, but we did it and the ladies felt a sense of achievement that they had had the guts to do it. For some of the ladies it had been a childhood dream to tap dance on a stage and they were overwhelmed with excitement. I was very proud of them.

Another very proud event that not only am I proud of my tappers for doing, but I was pretty chuffed with myself, was after a couple of years with them now having done a couple of performances at the dance festival, I wanted to give us a real challenge and learn the ‘Riverdance’. Now if any of you have seen it on the telly then you know how fast and complicated it is. So I spent a few days, in-between being a mum, having a part-time job and coming to the realisation that I was in an unhappy marriage (but that’s another story) watching the video of Riverdance, sussing out that I could double press on the remote control and watch it in slow motion, I worked out the intricate steps ready to teach. I got the music slowed down for practise and off I went into class to break the news of my idea. Well a few were a bit apprehensive, but most were keen to give it a go. We practiced and practiced, week after week, I tell you what you don’t need to go to a gym when you are doing the Riverdance every week ,the weight dropped off me, we all became super fit. Then came the moment of truth, the performance, after all that practice, for four minutes of fame. Baring in mind the dance festival was all teenage children performing contemporary dance, we were the only adults and it was not contemporary, to say I was nervous was an understatement. On we went we tapped our socks off, no one made a mistake, we finish, and we got a standing ovation.

The class has is not only a tap lesson, but a ‘bit of a do’ as well. We have a Christmas meal every year, we have been on theatre trips, have summer BBQ’s, end of term and birthday ‘drinks and nibbles’, so any excuse really. There have been people who have come and gone, some leaving more of an impression than others, some thinking they could take over and some thinking they knew it all. But there have been the ones that have stuck with it through thick and thin. Through illness, divorce, children growing up, moving halls, moving houses, menopause, exams and putting up with me. I have realised that this simple hour and a half tap lesson has led to all the things I hold so dear and brought me to this point in my life now. If I hadn’t started the tap lessons I would not have been asked to play in and choreograph the stage production of ‘Stepping Out’, which in doing this lead to me meeting my love of my life, which lead to us starting our own production company, which lead to me working in schools, which lead to my current job. Not bad for a couple of shuffle hop step ball changes.

I’ll be my trailer!

Does my bum look fat on this?

Being an international model, I do have to watch my weight. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of these models that force their fur ball up to drop a size, I was blessed with this body!

I was only just….powder…I’m glowing darling…..saying to ‘Hunk’ my personal assistant that not many cats are born with this bone structure!

Off to Milan next week for a shoot for Paws! Will need to do a detox sweetie, I feel so bloated!…kiss kiss

From My iPhone

Location:Broadhempston,United Kingdom

Just me!

Still looking like a sad cat lady, aren’t I! I do have a life and from tomorrow it is all going to kick in again. so probably won’t be blogging so much and I am still trying to work out why the time of the blogs are wrong, any ideas?

Well I wrote the above a week ago and oh yes I was right my life, well let’s start my work life has kicked in again. Started with a non pupil day on Monday which means sitting in meetings, then training when all you want to do is get in the classrooms and get them ready for the kids. There are many changes going on in our school at the moment, which translate as already in the first week back teachers are feeling overwhelmed with the paper pushing they need to do. It was also an interesting start to our term because, as teachers we are always getting children running up to us in the corridor talking to us and telling us about things they have done and new things they have, well this particular child who has a vivid imagination and who is always wanting your attention ran up to me on the first day back saying ” miss, miss, I have got a hand grenede at home shall I bring it into show you?” Well me being in a hurry and not really listening to what he was saying because I was rushing to my next class, replied ” yes, yes that would be lovely”. The next day when arriving at school, a little bit late, was this child running up to me again, ” miss, miss, here is my hand grenede” and he presented in my hands the grenede. Well I looked down and thought’ shit, this is real and the pin is still in!’, in a very calm voice I ask him where did he get it from and he said he found it. The headteacher at that point walked around the corner and I carefully raised up my hands and with a fake smile said “look what Freddies’ (yes that’s not their real name) brought in”, at that the head started rushing around the school telling everyone to evacuate. With closer inspection of the grenede in my sweaty palms, I worked out that the pin was in fact a keyring holder.

I think what I have realised over this week, as I dabble into the syber work of Twitter and blogging, that when I am working, not much else is going on in my life. I find it difficult to find something interesting to write about that’s not connected to work. So I am going to need to get creative. Spent some time this morning looking though other people blogs, I didn’t realise there were so many people sharing their thoughts with the world, it’s endless isn’t it! You could spend hours reading it all, well I suppose some people do.


With this glorious weather we have been having, Razzel has taken to taking his daily exercising alfresco. Back in the days when he was fine tuning his battle skills, he often would ‘rough it’ out in the open to get ‘at one with nature’. Us mere mortals can only look in wonder at the lean like physic that you see before you.

Lifes a beach!

(Trying this out from my emails on my phone. So I can up date quicker. Cos if it is not easy and quick I won’t do it. Especially from next week when I’m back to work.)

Looking at the pictures I have posted already, does makes me look like a sad old cat lady. I can reassure you I am not. I work full time, am married and have children, so far from lonely. But Razzel the cat is a large, (in more than one way) character, and I feel his active and hectic lifestyle should be documented to all, so he can inspire you in leading a full life!

Here we have another inspiring picture of one of his favourite places to workout. Often his determination to motivate you to join in his vigorous training routine, he will break out into his lunges while you are in the couch potato mode, to put you at shame of your lazy life style. Thus forcing you to get up and moving.

Another one of his most used expert military training technique is to, in the evening, when we are at are least trenchant, anytime he sees us just settling down into a comfortable idle position, what us untrained people call ‘getting settled’, he engages into the martial art of ‘want to be let outside, then I want to come back in again, want to go outside then, back in again’. this aerobic exercise can last a whole ’24’ or ‘Lost’ episode, which is intended to raise the heart rate and keep it raised for an optimum time, which burns the most calories…. clever!