But the dental receptionist had made a mistake, I was meant to be there for an hour, swapping some old fillings for new. My dentist was totally embarrassed, and went very red! I said it was fine, and he said it wasn't - he he said he knows it's hard enough for me to even go in there, and he clearly hates people making mistakes. I told him not to feel bad, that I might have died right there on the chair if I'd stayed any longer anyway. He personally made my next appointment! I will go back on Wednesday after lunch.
And now I will clear out Christy's room, air it, paint the kitchen ceiling at last since I bought the paint yesterday, clear the front porch which is currently housing a table tennis table on its side, a huge canvas tent in a heap, some spare chairs I do NOT want in the house, a whole pile of sporty stuff and a humungous bale of hay. What a way to greet visitors. And damned if Steve didn't bring someone home last night for a while, before they went out to dinner. They're having a conference with the Five (a set up of post-WWII countries who temporarily trusted one another - NZ, Aussie, USA, Canada and the UK). There are only three reps from each country so he's enjoying that! It just happens to be here this year.
So. While I do those things, I will be thinking of Breathing Space. I'm not sure, now, where I'm going all the way with that. Watch this space *snort*
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Breathing Space is starting to take shape in my head again. It feels good to be there in that space. Every time I drive out to the Hutt I get into Breathing Space because a lot of my inspiration comes from my time teaching at St Pats Silverstream
Though to be fair St Pats is a magnificent building, and the Hutt river is lovely. I suppose too, that there is enough material for several novels if I drew on all my experiences there!!!
*snort*
*double snort*
But yeah, it did affect me an awful lot, working out there at the tender age of 22, 23. Six days a week too. And right beside the river, of course. Plenty of material for me to use ;)
Teaching in a boy's school must be a very interesting experience for a young woman!!!
Especially a boarding school! We staff had desks on a mezzanine floor above the form 6 study area. There was a boy there who was always hovering, waiting for me!
And they had the usual boarding school nicknames for all the teachers, but for me and another young teacher, we were just Jenny and Stacey behind our backs! Girls! Loose amongst those raging hormones LOL! But they were very good boys back then. Amazingly good really.
Just as well really!!!!
*g*
So, when do I get to "grow up"?*g*