hello you! Sorry, it's been a while. Lots of stuff going on. I'm only going to be an army wife for another couple of weeks. He's off to sample the dubious delights of civvie street. Which will mean my seventeen odd years as a trailing miIitary spouse will come to an end as well. Just when I'd finally got used to it, too! However, I'm planning to continue this blog a teensy bit longer. l began it in November 2007 so l think I'll finish in November 2014, just so l can go to my final wives Xmas party in the sergeants' mess and tell you all the thrilling details about that before signing off for good.
Hubby has just grumpily reminded me that l shoud be making the tea, so l guess I'd better go xx

"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

Hello! How was your day? Mine began badly, but got better, which is preferable to the other way round. lt began with an angry phone call from a man claiming that we hadn't paid for the boat (we have) and threatening to 'lift' it. After some panicky phone calls and a trip to the boatyard with poor Twin 1, who was off school with a tummy bug, it transpired that the boat brokers have gone into liquidation. Although we bought the boat weeks ago, the now-bankrupt brokers failed to pass the cash on to the vendors. All a bit messy.
Next Twin 1 was dragged along to my dental appointment, where my over-zealous dentist told me that as l both clench and grind, l shall need a bigger mouthguard. He intimated that l may need to consider a brace, but l said that at four grand a pop, considering it was all I'd do.
Then we went for lunch with a friend l haven't seen for 6 years. We had bread baked in flowerpots, which was surprisingly nice.
Just as we were about to pick up the other Twin from school l got a call on my mobile from a literary agent who's interested in my book. Whoop, whoop.
this evening l dyed my hair - cinnamon spice, in anticipation of the autumnal weather that that nice Alex Deakin says is heading southwards.
So it has been an unusually eventful day.
l utterly failed to do any writing, though.