Lardy-da!

I don't know whether or not you lived through the tidying process that recently occurred over at the Nuthouse? No? I truly do not believe that you know what you missed! I am not talking about "Spring Cleaning" oh no! I am referring in fact to a situation so full of angst that lesser women have been known to run, screaming from the the building when it was suggested ... yes readers, I am talking about that crime against education known as the teacher clear out!

Now, those of you illustrious readers who are indeed educators will know exactly what I am talking about when I say that teachers are pack-rats, hoarders and selfless collectors. And you will also know what I mean when I say that there are times in our lives when even we realise that we need to organise our resources and even get rid of a few things. You know he things I mean - the notes from your first education lecture, the picture you were given on your first teaching practice, your environmental geography end of year assignement.

Well it was just such a day last week for the redoutable Mrs Fizz. She organised resources, tidied up and was still left with a nagging, burning, problem. Lard*! A wooden T-Rex with no home, no centrally heated cave, no storage hole.

She fiddled, she re-arranged.

And finally, without instructions and only one or two helpful text messages from your truly, she finally got him put together.



So, that's lovely isn't it? Just what Mrs Fizz always wanted - a wooden T-Rex. She started searching around madly for a home for him. There's a slight problem with a T-Rex though, he's an awkward shape to store ... so the search continued.

Then, 2 days later, Mrs Fizz (yep it's her again) threw out the metaphorical gauntlet and challenged the blogging world to solve a mathematical problem. Having done so for her, I innocently questionned if there was to be a reward for this service. And barely three days later a parcel was delivered, a big, brown, paper parcel.

This was not what I meant by reward prize Fizz!

I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the paper. She couldn't find a home for it so she sent it to me?? I shall be taking revenge, this situation is going into my pocket for later; when she least expects it, when she has forgotten all about this I shall get her back! I shall! I have only 5 little words for you Fizzy "Be afraid, be very afraid!"

* "A T-Rex called Lard?" I hear you ask. Yes I asked too ... and apparently if you Google T-Rex without the hyphen you get a link to lard.