Much Love Monday

Some days I’m just crabby. Today, I’ve had a series of ‘SECRET’ calls from some whatever. They left thirteen messages last Friday on my phone ‘Si vous etes…. appuyez …. si vous n’etes pas le responsable, appuyez…’ and it drives me mental. I usually don’t answer them, so today I did, just so that they would go away and I could give them a piece of my mind. Then I pick up the phone and they say ‘please wait while we try to connect you’ and put me on hold!

Not only that, it’s too hot, my right arm has been savaged by mosquitoes. I can’t sleep with the window open. The smell of citronella makes me gag these days and I’m tired of flies. Tilly’s done nothing but yap all morning and I woke up in the night drenched in sweat. Heston was sick. Noireau has decided he doesn’t want to eat cat food any more and wants dog food and whilst that’s not the end of the world, it’s not good for cats.

Then I had a torrent of abuse from an Australian ‘teacher’ because I’d dared to tell him that ‘habitable’ and ‘inhabitable’ are the same and ‘uninhabitable’ was their antonym. How dare I be right?!

I hate the internet for that – how people think it’s fair game to attack you personally. It’s a language forum I use from time to time. It’s usually helpful. A Chinese student had asked whether they meant exactly the same thing and he’d said they were opposites. The student knew they weren’t, yet the ‘teacher’ kept insisting they were. I said they were synonyms and that ‘uninhabitable’ was the antonym, only to then get a barrage of abuse both in public and in private. Well, it’s obviously not just me who got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning! In the end, the Chinese student corrected the ‘teacher’.

From – alongside a very good article about internet meanness

And so I’m very much in need of some Monday Love and a reminder of some of the positives in the world. Yes, I am a know-it-all, self-righteous dick. I’m sorry about that. Really, Judge Judy is missing a side-kick. She’s right about one thing, though. My favourite JJ line is ‘Being in your position, I would never humiliate myself in front of 10,000,000 people’.

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.

So…. I’m drawing a line under idiotic internet people today, under fussy dogs and cats, under crabby heat, under mosquito bites and under ‘SECRET’ cold calls and flies.

Here’s Bob Sinclar with ‘Love Generation’ which is just contagiously cheerful. I love the little boy on the bike. He reminds me of a student I have called Reece when he was little.

p.s. just so you know, twice during this blog, ‘SECRET’ have called, and Tilly’s gone off on a mad barking spree. Will I ever find calm?!

Much Love for birthday parties. It was Deb’s on Saturday, and even though she’d spent all day Friday tidying her garden up and making it pretty with 300 metres of bunting which she now has to press and repack and return, and with tonnelles and so on, we all sat in the basement because it was too hot. It was quite fab though. I left a good few people there when I left at 10 pm – the heat was tiring. Much Love for husbands who say they can get disco lights going and then spend hours trying to find the right cables and wires. Much Love to children who play in a paddling pool for hours and hours.

Yesterday, I took Heston to another charity dog event. I know. It feels like it’s been a series of charity dog events all week. I’d mainly taken him to get him socialised with other dogs and so he doesn’t end up neurotic like Tilly. I’d also wanted to dip him in the lake and let him play in the water, which he enjoyed very much indeed, and although he didn’t swim, he did a lot of splashing.

I also would like to have Much Love for my students who are beginning to return in dribs and drabs from les vacances and in particular to the lovely little girl who showed me her stuffed toys collection yesterday. She is so super-bright it’s untrue, and we’re ploughing through Matilda. Much Love to Roald Dahl and to Bruce Bogtrotter, Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, Miss Honey and The Trunchbull, George, Fantastic Mr Fox, the Twits… I never get bored of Roald Dahl.

Much Love, too, to the web statistics behind pages. It’s always fantastic to see where people come from who read your blog. It’s nice to realise that someone in Malaysia is reading it, or in Canada, or in South Africa. I ‘lurk’ on lots of blogs and if it were not for the stats, nobody would ever know that their words were being shared by people across the globe. Of course, when people comment, it’s always easy to find out where they’re from if they don’t say, but it’s nice to be able to see that people in Germany and Switzerland, Sweden and Brazil, Turkey and Spain are reading it too – if not quite hitting the same stats as the UK, France, Canada, the USA, Australia, New Zealand and Ireland. If it were not for stats, I might think I was writing to an empty ethernet.

So may your Monday be bright and cheery, not over-hot, over-tired, grumpy and grouchy. I’m going to stay in the shade today and try and stay off the internet. I’m not entirely sure I can get through the whole day without putting people straight. Sometimes, I wish I’d let it lie.



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