The masters-binding machine doesn't work like I think it does. Also, it is not called the masters binding machine.
Going to the theatre after work is always worth the effort. London is gorgeous at night.
The plastic tubes were perfect for the Guides. To wallop each other with.
Last Night of the Proms tickets come to those who wait. 10 hours.
Just because running hasn't killed me yet, doesn't mean it won't. But I may as well keep going in the mean time.
Spouting enough Pokemon trivia to appear fluent will win over almost any new class of students. Along with interested questioning about Yu-Gi-Oh (Spelling????)
Comedy with the staple guns is unappreciated by colleagues. Staple gunning without comedy is dull.
And finally, my lesson for today: I can draw a rectangle with three straight lines. This was set by my Year 11s and took me quite a few attempts before I hit on the solution. So, I challenge you to see if you can learn something else today:
Draw a rectangle with three straight lines.
Answers on a postcard!
P.S. I'm working on the Couch to 5k running app on my iPod - you listen to a calming Australian lady who tells you when to run and when to walk at various intervals. Every few runs, you have to run a bit more and walk a bit less and, having hit week four, I can tell you that it is HARD.
P.P.S. But I want to beat it :D