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 Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: October 7th, 2010  Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | Random Musings.  3 comments - more welcome!I live on the dullest road in Sheffield. It’s lovely. My road goes nowhere, so it’s quiet. As far as I am aware, my neighbours are unlikely to attract the attentions of any passing paparazzo, so, as I said, it’s quiet. Which leaves me wondering why I passed a camera crew at the [...] 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 24th, 2010 Posted in: The Universe Tags for this post: My Life | Sheffield. 3 comments - more welcome!An unexpected treat tonight: walking through town we passed the Winter Gardens. Have they always been open so late? I’m sure they used to be bolted and barred from early evening. Anyway, in we went and discovered that we had the place to ourselves (I’m sure there was a security guard/City Centre Ambassador/CCTV [...] 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 21st, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life. 6 comments - more welcome!Longest day? Not here it isn’t. Some of us are off to bed ridiculously early thank you very much. Going to bed in the daylight is something I associate with childhood, so it seems rather appropriate given the cause of my tiredness. What cause would that be? Someone had a rather sleepless night last [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: June 11th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | Random Musings. 2 comments - more welcome!It may be unpatriotic, it may even be treasonous, but I’m going to say it anyway: football bores me to tears. I’ve no problem with other people liking it, nor do I mind the fact that almost everyone else in Eng-er-land has festooned their home/car/bicycle/cat with Eng-er-land flags, I just don’t really want to [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: April 13th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: France | My Life | Paris. 6 comments - more welcome!Tunnel related paranoia is much worse than being in an actual tunnel. You know that feeling that you get when the rollercoaster is about to set off? That was me on the Eurostar this morning. However the queasy and uneasy feeling did not last long: we were about halfway through the tunnel before [...] 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 30th, 2010 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: My Life | The Job. 10 comments - more welcome!I’m sorry I can’t get to the blog right now, but please leave your message after the beep… Things are a bit busy just now. We got the call on Thursday, Ofsted arrive on Monday. I have a lot of paper to generate. Probably no time for blogging, not even for sneaky back posts [...] 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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