Funny old day

Yesterday Sunday was a funny old day start to the week. Phone call came from my slightly agitated eldest nephew, to say that the residential home where my Nana lives had phoned because they couldn't get hold of my parents on the phone. **NOTE TO DAD** Turn the telly volume down during the shooting bits of Westerns, somebody might be trying to phone you! It looks like Nana has taken a turn for the worse and they want my parents to come. So after calming Shawn slightly I rang Mum and Dad. They in turn packed, dashed out of the house and after delivering their already cooked Sunday roast to grateful started the long drive north towards Paris. No, there was no need for me to dash for Swansea, my mum would ring me to come down if she needed me :o( She's slightly improved as of yesterday - but I think we all need to remember how old she is!

Later in the afternoon after much thought I decided to ring the boss, to let her know I might need to dash off at absolutely no notice etc. Fine, no problems at all. And then the funny bit of the conversation started. Umm ... conversation about how I wasn't to be worried about conversations that she had had / was having with other members of the Leadership team who weren't pulling their weight / dealing with the stress as well as I am because she didn't need to have one of those conversations with me. Conversations? Me, dealing with stress well? Clear as mud then!

In other news, I'm in charge at school today. Yeh, me! Do they not have any idea what a fuck-up I am? Obviously not as they're leaving me in charge :o) Those of you out there who really know, DON'T TELL THEM!