Reina

You know Frank McCourt who wrote Angela's Ashes and 'Tis? Well, basically this is his autobiography continuing after he went to New York and became a teacher. I found it quite difficult to get into at first but when I did, I really started to enjoy it. Basically it tracks his career as a teacher in some of New York's most difficult high schools. I just thought it was good to read that I'm not the only one who feels scared on parents' evenings and things.

Frank McCourt - Teacher Man. Quite funny, and reassuring to know he felt at the beginning of his teaching career like I feel at the moment.

Stain devils

Aye happy birthday Frank Booth (I think I'm a minute late)

I bet you'd have a great time. And if you fancy going home, like you say, it's only 3 hours' drive!

It's not permanent though, is it? And it's hardly the other side of the world. It could be a fantastic opportunity. That's what I figured when the job in Germany came up and I'd do it again in a minute!

Oban's great!

Fudge - grow up Everyone else - fair enough, but there's too much telling people what they can and can't post on here.

And who are you lot to say what she can and can't post?

Happy birthday the two of you

I believe it was the left one?

Happy birthday shortarses!

Muahahahaha

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What a day I had yesterday! Got up and we decided we needed a new sofa for our new house, so we were going to go to Aberdeen to Land of Leather, DFS etc for a look. About to get into Ryan's car and I said, we should take my car, I've got a full tank of petrol. So we get in my car, and the heating wasn't working properly, which was a bit strange. I fiddled about with it a bit and eventually it seemed to work ok. So we're driving along the road, and about 20 miles from Aberdeen this awful rattle starts up, and the boy behind me flashed his lights. I pulled off into a wee lane off the road and look under the car and there's something hanging off that must have been dragging along the ground and causing sparks. So, thinking it was my exhaust, I phoned the RAC and they came out. Turns out it was just the heat shield, which the guy pulled off and chucked into my boot and said it wouldn't affect the car. Fine. So we start off again, everything's going fine, 5 miles along the road I notice my temperature gauge is high as it gets. So I pull over to the side of the dual carriageway and pop the bonnet and there's steam everywhere! Then the police pull up behind me with flashing blue lights and I'm thinking, I hope Grandad doesn't drive past and see me with the police! Anyway, I told them what had happened and they said they were off to do a job but if I was still there when they get back, they'd give me a hand (what was wrong with giving me a hand there and then?). Anyway, I always carry a bottle of water in the boot, so I opened up the radiator and put the water into it. I let the engine cool down and started it up again. It seemed to be ok, but as soon as I started revving it up, the temperature shot up again. So for the second time in an hour, I phone the RAC. The boy came out and decided I need a new radiator, filled it up with more water and put some radweld into it to fill up wherever the water was leaking from, and the temperature managed to stay fairly regular for half an hour, so he told us to go home, take it easy and once we got home, drain the radiator, because there's no anti-freeze in it and the last thing I need is a frozen engine on top of a new radiator! We got home eventually, mucho pissed off, and we've still got no sofa! So now trying to get a hold of a new radiator, but it's turning into a nightmare, because Dingbro can't decide what one it is, despite having the chassis number etc. GRRR! Ah well, if you didnae laugh, you'd greet.

Have a good one Fudge!

Much better.

You don't have to be so patronising. It was supposed to be a joke

Nirvana are/were shite. Mon the Jammy Pearls.

Feckin typical, been waiting all day for the gas man to show up, and just as I'm cooking my lunch, he turns up! He needs to turn the gas off for a sec. My dinner's going to be ruined.