Wednesday September 23rd 2020. Still nothing to report, which is the main reason for the delay, apart from the fact that I forgot how to log in. Now the sky is the limit. Or not
Another week of progress
Dateline:9th July 2010
Last week I pledged to write a sentence a day. Since then I have not written a single word. Today all that is going to change. Today I am pleased to announce progress on all fronts. Today I am writing nine sentences in order to catch up and reduce the backlog. Nine sentences: that’s a tough call and this isn’t a proper sentence. Or is it? That was, but “Or is it? wasn’t. Or was it?
Still nothing to report
Dateline:30th June 2010
Today I made a big decision: I will write one sentence a day until further notice. That was today’s sentence.
Just another Wednesday
Dateline:24th March 2010
It’s Wednesday, the day of Alastair Darling’s last Budget of the present Parliament, and I’ve finished early. This is such an unusual occurrence that I thought it fit to tell myself, like this, in words. Now I’m off to watch television for seven hours.
Is there anybody out there?
Dateline:30th January 2010
Dateline – 27th October 2009
Actually it doesn’t really matter because this is not aimed at anyone in particular: as with all journals it’s an opportunity to do some cranial sorting and shredding.
Which brings me to the point. It’s half term. Time for all teachers to put their feet up for the whole of the day as opposed to only the better part of it. I can’t understand why teacher adverts don’t make more mention of these amazingly generous time off hours.
Maybe it’s because they would so contravene the regs of legal decent, honest and decent that the world would be denuded of fairies.
Mrs. Bell
Snow
Dateline:13th January 2010
Today is living proof that you can most definitely have too much of even the very best thing. It’s snowing yet again and my school is shut despite me having got into uniform and made my sandwich.
What is the point of the Chilcot Enquiry? Why give yet another opportunity for Alastair Campbell to demonstrate the infinitely tensile strength of his brass neck? If the man has stuck to his imaginative version of events for half a decade why would he quail now in the dim spotlight of a group of bureuacrats whose forensic talents have so far been unexercised beyond wondering how many paper clips to order. Far from me to criticize these worthy gents but it is extraordinary to set up a contest between a real pro and a bunch of amateurs and expect any other conclusion other than that which has been arrived at before, ie the truth is a well guarded secret which will remain so forever.
Thankfully we are not yet in the Orwellian land of Doublethink, which enables millions of ordinary citizens to continue to disbelieve the risible justifications, lies and toadying which took us to war without feeling we must be insane – only immensely frustrated and insulted.
To most important issues. Today is the 22nd birthday of Katherine Claire Bell. Sail on silver girl….
Mrs. Bell
Sadly let down and cheated
Dateline:11th January 2010
I am feeling sadly let down and cheated. Following headlines in a well known red top of dubious reputation I got up early and sped to my nearest supermarket with a full throttle panic buy in mind. There were no queues at the entrance to the car-park , shelves full of every foodstuff known to man, and more staff than customers. What can we safely believe in the newspapers these days? Are they deliberately telling lies or is it more a case of faulty intelligence?
Mrs Bell