Dear blog
Dear Blog, I have done it again. I have l ost my temper. And slammed a door. I did ask A.I. and it said I had to vent and so here I am venting. After all this is why I created you in the first place. Because I needed someone to talk to. Someone interesting and fun and witty and adventurous. So in a way you see you are my imaginary friend. No I don't talk to you. I just write to you. Some people talk to themselves - aloud. There's nothing wrong with that. It is just a little strange when you come face to face with them and you assume they are talking to you. It happened to me this morning. I walked into the copiers room (we only have one now instead of three) and there was a PE teacher printing copious amounts of all things blue. And cutting them up and sorting them all out into neat piles of cards. I took a discreet look at them. They were intriguing because the blue was intense (expensive) and the cards looked a little like a mini Kamasutra. Definitely PE. 'You got s...