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 Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: October 25th, 2011  Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life.  2 comments - more welcome!It’s seemed like a long time, but finally, the end is in sight. Back in June, when his well and truly broken leg was pinned together, Mr TLC was told it would be 4-6 months before the frame could be removed – assuming everything went well. He had five months fixed in his head, [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 25th, 2011 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life. 2 comments - more welcome!Mr TLC starts to get mobile, including walking from the kitchen to the living room using only one crutch. Result. This momentous step forward marks Mr TLC’s return to being a maker of copious cups of tea. Mr TLC’s latest x-ray shows signs of the bones starting to heal. Woohoo! I conquer the paper [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: July 20th, 2011 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. 7 comments - more welcome!Mr TLC is not a man to be outdone. Oh no. Mr TLC obviously felt that Super Mum had not tested the services of the NHS rigorously enough, so he decided to take on a spot of testing himself. It started with a bang, the sort of bang made by a man who [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: September 18th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. 3 comments - more welcome!… but a little procrastination won’t hurt. Isn’t that what weekends are for? Anyhoo, it must be time for a quick catch up, so here it is: I’m now two weeks into my new job and still very happy that I’ve moved. I’m still trying to remember a great many names, getting lost/walking in [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 17th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. 6 comments - more welcome!Hello! Remember me? I’ve been exceedingly busy doing a great many things, some interesting, some not (such is life), so here’s a quick update: I have been to Paris, which went something like this: count children onto a bus, set off, travel a bit, count children, arrive at science museum, count children, have a [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: June 23rd, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC. Leave a commentMr TLC has arrived at a more interesting age. On his last birthday, I suggested that he could spend his days carrying the good folk of Crookes to Woodhouse and back, but apparently he didn’t see himself as that kind of 52. Now he is back in his prime. (I am not currently in [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: June 1st, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC. Leave a commentAn evening of impersonation for me today: time to do my best grandmother impression. Mr TLC’s beautiful granddaughter (who really needs a blog name, Baby A just doesn’t fit her anymore) is two today. Where does the time go? I hadn’t seen her for a while and the change was dramatic: from toddler [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: February 14th, 2010 Posted in: Everything Tags for this post: Maths | Mr TLC. 2 comments - more welcome!I don’t really do Valentine’s Day. To say Mr TLC dislikes it would be putting it rather mildly, so to be honest, it’s just not worth the hassle. I changed my mind today though, when Peter Rowlett tweeted a link to a Möbius Valentine’s card. (Yes, I am more than mildly obsessed with Möbius [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: February 6th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | The Job. 7 comments - more welcome!Thursday (Ofsted – 4 days) My day starts, as usual on Thursdays, with a group of wildly enthusiastic primary students. I arrive at my own school at break to be greeted by The News. *They* have called. Well, we were expecting it – bring it on. Am I coming into school at the weekend? [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 24th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: London | Mr TLC | My Life. 2 comments - more welcome!Sneaky backpost #2 Our visits to the Royal Albert Hall always seem to start with what seems like hours (but is actually probably only a few minutes) hanging about outside, waiting for the doors to open, getting distinctly cold and wondering why there is no convenient London Boozer lurking in the neighbourhood. This time [...] |
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