They caused a path of destruction, those books from yesterday. But thanks to nosy neighbours, I trust things will be fine.
Otherwise we could devise a job list for the white van man which goes something like this: 1) Drive to xxxx 2) Demolish porch on arrival 3) Look around furtively 4) Leave parcel of books 5) Drive off
No, not my porch and not my nosy neighbours. (Not sure mine are, actually.) And in the end they weren’t my books, either.
For National Non-Fiction Day I had an offer of the books I blogged about yesterday, which came via Lucy of NNFD. Books didn’t arrive. They turned up at her house, so she sent them back. It turns out that despite them being addressed to me, they were for her. So they had to be redelivered, which she missed.
On the third attempt of delivery she was still not in, but at least the driver didn’t miss. He hit her porch, and then did the things listed above.
The parcel was still addressed to me, however.
So while we hope the poor porch will be successfully repaired at someone else’s expense, we have decided on a new identity. We are now Lucy-Ann. As Lucy-Ann told me, it has a nice ring to it.
It certainly does, and such a literary ring, too. Straight out of Enid Blyton, and I always did want to be in her books.
Best wishes, Lucy-Ann
You’re quite right. I’m not qualified to say much on the above subjects. But that has never stopped me before, so I will go ahead regardless. (Though I did well at these subjects at school, giving them up in the nick of time.)
For National Non-Fiction Day last week, I had requested Maths, A Book You Can Count On, by Basher and Dan Green, and also Really Really Big Questions about Space and Time by Mark Brake. It’s just that I didn’t have time to read them by Thursday. Or rather, I didn’t have time to farm them out to those who know better.
Luckily for me I had both the Future Maths Teacher and a possibly Very Future Physics Teacher to call on.
One early question all three of us faced was the target age for these books. Both look like young picture books, inside and outside. If you disregard the text. Which you are not supposed to do.
The Maths book is intended for 8+, although the Future Maths Teacher felt some of the mathematical concepts were actually quite complicated. There were even things he didn’t know. Oops. It has amusing manga style illustrations, and its appeal probably hinges on whether children like that or not. Hopefully the hint of Teletubbies will not deter the right age group from having a look at this Maths book. Because the Teletubbies fan would not be able to do the Maths.
The book on space and time has great illustrations. Both I and the Very Future Physics Teacher say so. Although it too could be mistaken for a pre-schooler’s book, while being aimed at 9+. The VFPT liked what it has to say about space and all that stuff, whereas your elderly witch had slight issues with the coloured background to every page. Presumably the 9+ reader will feel more capable tackling the colour. Interestingly, the VFPT found the blue page with black text quite borderline for readability.
Let’s just say it’d be a good idea to turn every single light on.
I think I would have liked the space book many years ago. I would like to think I would have liked the Maths book, too, and if I didn’t, it’s because of the subject and not the book.
That’s early midweek if you only count weekdays.
I was childishly pleased with Halloween this year. Those who know me are aware I’m rubbish at saying anything very nice or sensible to people, and for years I’ve struggled with trick-or-treaters. You know, coming up with something complimentary to say about what they are wearing.
‘That’s very nice dear’ sounds really lame. Pretending to be scared is also hard. (Though I’m inching towards the idea of wearing a mask myself next time, because it’s so tempting to think that I can have them running screaming down the road.) So this time I told them how horrible they looked, and believe me, that was so much easier. ‘You there with the green face; you look awful’ or ‘I’m trying to decide which one of you looks the worst’ slipped out quite nicely whenever I opened the door.
Something else that is rubbish is the local waste system. We have just graduated to more recycling, which is good. I grabbed the leaflet that came with the new bins, thinking there would actually be a recycling calendar with it – as before – and found there wasn’t, which was rubbish. It seems it was posted to us, ‘and if you haven’t received it you can look online’. Maybe people can’t? Some taxpayers with rubbish could be such rubbish people that they don’t use computers.
Anyway, from this week we have to put our uneaten sandwiches and any other food not eaten, in a special bin. Trials have told the council most people fill three of the enclosed bags in a week. Well, my week is almost over and I have managed to put some eggshells in, and the crust of one sandwich, two strands of spagetti and three currants which escaped from the Christmas cake.
Filled in my diary for 2011. Reminders of birthdays and college dates and such like. College has issued a parents’ list which I used. Then I double checked with the students’ journal, and it seems they don’t get any Easter holidays, except they have to return from them. February half term starts on different days, depending on what you read. Upper sixth students leave on 20th May. Unless it’s on the 27th.