Unconscious Mutterings

1. Coroner:: death
   
2. Mystify:: spooky
   
3. Corroborate:: get together
   
4. Misinterpret:: get it wrong
   
5. Humorless:: dry
   
6. Calculus:: numbers
   
7. Eye for an eye:: ouch!
   
8. CPR:: ?
   
9. Stitched:: all sewn up
   
10. Facility:: ease

Gloomy Sunday
Paul Robeson once sang a song by that name. It was banned because it was so sad that the authorities were afraid that there would be even more suicides. Rezso Seress, who composed the music killed him self in 1968 because he never wrote another tune that could match the haunting power of gloomy Sunday.
Today I feel gloomy too. Rob is working, Dom is staying with Bonnie till Wednesday and Olivier has gone off, complete with Xbox to a friends for the afternoon. It’s cold and dull outside. Yuck

Wrong Number
I’ve never had wrong numbers on my mobile phone before, but since Christmas I’ve had three.

The first was someone wanting to know what the Spanish homework was for the next day (pretty late in the evening).

The second was an accountant telling his client that he’d better get things sorted out quickly or they would have big problems.

The last one I had to ask Dom to translate as it was in youngspeak and I didn’t understand one single abbreviation. I wonder what the consequences of the calls not arriving at their destination were?

Sniff, sniff
I deleted Buzz from my blogroll today. I was sort of hoping that he might make a comeback. Oh well.

Happy Birthday
The driver of the ‘Big Dump Truck’ celebrates her birthday today. This is the longest running blog I know (Please correct me if I’m wrong). She’s snowed in at the moment, so go along and wish Jody happy birthday.

Madame Spam
Has this ever happened to you ? I was happily surfing on Blogexplosion when I came across a really good site I enjoyed reading and then I left a comment. My comment was refused because the site will ‘not accept spammers’. I couldn’t go back. I presume I wasn’t allowed to. Because it was blogexplosion it was random. Perhaps I’ll find them again one day….

The world keeps turning
Olivier came home from his friends the other day. He'd learnt to play the opening bars of "Smoke on the Water". He'd recorded it on his MP3 player for me to hear. Now he wants a guitar. Fine by me. Wonder if I could remember how to play "Cherry Red?

Update on my patients and other things
Dom has gone into lycée today. Rob has gone to work but he might come back. A freezing cold, 700 year old tower is not the place to be when you’re ill.

Olivier and I are still waiting for the snow (we’re both fine, by the way). Yesterday we had two lots that lasted about 10 seconds, in fact the second lot was more like half-hearted hail. Snow is forecast again today and Thursday, please cross your fingers for us.

Yesterday wasn’t too agreeable.
Early in the morning I got a message from Dom telling me she was ill and wouldn’t be going to Lycée (She was staying at Bonnie’s for a few days). Rob was still suffering (a man with a cold!!). I arrived at work for my eight o’clock lesson and waited and waited. Tried to contact my student, but her phone was off. It was cold outside and I had nowhere else to go, so I waited an hour and then went to look at the sales. I contacted her when I arrived home, she’d phoned City Center late on Sunday night to say she was off sick for a week. Lionel phoned just before midday to let me know that she had phoned after midnight. He doesn’t get up in the night to check the answer phone, does he? Office work isn’t really started till nine-thirty, ten o’clock so I’d gone before anyone saw the message, also, the office is locked so I had no access to the phone.

Let’s hope the week improves as it goes along.

This morning
I’ve been creating a new page for my students on the pronunciation of –ed. I don’t like writing in French and I’ve had to use italics for letters and sounds and then bold for examples. Rather fiddly, but I now have something I can print out and use for the rest of my life.