"Don't worry, Mummy, Daddy can shout at us instead."

I've got a tiny spot of time to write. Update on last Tuesday's drama: I also got caught on a speeding camera, zooming back from the boatyard to my dental appointment, I discovered when the police notice landed on the doormat today. Although this is of course a bit of a bummer, I'm frankly flabbergasted that our mystery machine actually managed to 'speed'. In fact we were doing 36 in a 30 mph area (I think I was overtaking a roadsweeper at the time). Just call me Louise Hamilton!
What else? Went down to visit the boat (the one which is ours, because we paid for it and have a receipt, yes we do, angry telephone man) at its new mooring, which was lovely. The trip was marred a bit by the fact that I have a really dreadful cold, though. So I spent a lot of time in my bunk, drinking hot backcurrant, with my manuscript, trying to sort out my paragraphing for my poor potential agent who says it's practically unreadable in its current format (who knew? not me, that's for sure). On Friday, I lost my voice totally. My very supportive Twin 2 said helpfully, "Don't worry, Mummy, Daddy can shout at us instead." Bless her little cotton socks. Worryingly, I still feel as if I'm on board, though. Everything is swaying around. I think I may  have mal de debarquement syndrome, but Hubby just thinks I'm a malingering tart, as usual.
Back with my lovely learners tomorrow. One student asked for a lesson on English humour. I'm not sure I can manage that, but we are going to do a mingling activity with some jokes, and spend time trying to work out why they are funny (or not). I hope that will be okay. I'm feeling a bit lacklustre and not really up to dissecting a section from Live at the Apollo for a mixed class of Chinese, Taiwanese, Koreans, Iraquis, Hungarians, Romanians and Libyans, and trying to explain why what's really funny is being downright evil about someone, because in some wierd British way that means you like them. Nope, I can't begin to explain that, so bang goes the A2/B1 ESOL class on 'taking the piss' - I'll leave that to a better teacher than me!
Okey doke. Nearly Twins' hairwashing time, better go xxx