Update (of a sort). Also, SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW!
A very big thank you to everyone who replied to my previous post about the assault. As of today I'm not sure what's going on with the two girls - their suspension ended this morning, but by 12 o' clock the whole school had been sent home because of the snow.
By the way, the snow. I mean ... the SNOW! What the hell? Ten centimetres in under twenty-four hours? This is Britain - the country that invented drizzle and clings to it like a barnacle on the hull of a ship. The last time we had snow like this I could count my age on one hand. I went sledging - me! Admittedly it was without an actual sledge when I slipped and skidded down an embankment on my bottom, but still, it counts. I'm far too big these days, but I so wanted to fetch a teatray from the cupboard and plonk both it and myself at the top of the slope near the playing fields where we used to live. However, I had to content myself with entertaining passing drivers by walking along the grass verge and disappearing into hidden potholes - not once, but twice.
Back on topic: I'm possibly going to have a scar on the back of my hand, but since I didn't have to have stitches I'm hoping not. My buggered knee ... is buggered, but I can still walk on it as long as I'm careful about twisting it around whenever I change direction. There's some irony that I never wear heels to school as a rule, and the one day I do I get pulled off them by a little sod wearing so much foundation she looked like a satsuma. Weirdly, the worst thing about the whole incident is the fear I felt the first few times I went out after it happened. I try to go power-walking every evening after work, and on Wednesday and Thursday I was scuttling along the pavement like greased weasel shit whenever I caught sight of ... teenagers. [/hushed voice] I don't even live in an especially rough area, but it's amazing how much even a relative tough nut adult like me can be affected by a seemingly piddly incident like that.
Eesh, not such a bright note to end on. To lighten the mood, take a look at the snowman my younger sister made in our garden. We call her Pammy.
