Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

The day bodes ill for me. I didn’t blog yesterday because I didn’t really have anything to say. Mum had to repeat her trip to the laundrette with a bad back. Because of that I insisted that she have a bath instead of a shower (even though I couldn’t have a shower either for reasons that the males of this site should not read).
That was yesterday.
This is today.
First thing I noticed when I got downstairs was that deep lines had suddenly appeared on mum, under her eyes. She looked awfully old. I don’t know if it’s just an age thing or if she hasn’t been sleeping. I heard her moving around while I was up at 1am doing nothing (I went to bed soon after for fear that she would come downstairs and catch me. That’s another reason for no blog yesterday )
I was my usual late self and almost encountered the oh so delightful Ms Oldbat. Thankfully I was spared by a receptionist who was also taking the names of the late. I’m not quite sure who would have been worse and if I’d have been better taking my chances with Ms Oldbat. She was less that pleased by my excuse. For the passed few years I’ve always written traffic but I was getting bored of it and so were the staff. So I alternate my excuses (making use of every little situation) and recently started on “woke up late”. But they’re getting sick of that too.
I’m currently typing in a freezing cold IT room with a particularly slow computer that keeps bugging me with “updates” that I’m not authorised to install.
Anyway. The reason that I wonder who would have been worse (the receptionist or Ms Oldbat) is because the receptionist was not pleased with my excuse and moaned about that then went on to the amount of education I miss. She then informed me that the school were still in assembly and were discussing the “new house system” that we were threatened with at the start of the school year but never thought would happen.
Not wanting to go in to assembly late (because 6th formers sit at the front) I decided it was best to avoid it and not make a scene by going in (it has only just come to my attention that because the head was using a projector to show the school what she was on about we’d have been sat at the very back, straining to see and hear. What a fool I am).
I wasn’t alone in avoiding the assembly though. There were groups of children skulking in the corridors and even a fellow 6th former who I’ve never had occasion to speak to called Sam. We spoke briefly. I informed him of what I’d been told the assembly was about and that the common room was open for some reason (the second door at the back). I knew this because some lower years tried to sneak in but the door was blocked by a hideous thing (A poorly painted, poorly coloured thing that people stick their heads through to have funny pictures taken (I’m afraid the name escapes me at this time of the morning) but ours was used for the infamous sponge a teacher, I believe, for charities week. Though I still can’t see how the ugly thing wound up in the common room).
Eventually assembly finished and I got the gist of this whole “house system” from Sally.
Well, if anything worth mentioning happens today then I shall blog again. If not then I shall probably sink into third place for most entries not that I mind, a spot of healthy competition is always fun

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