Skool trips
Thursday, September 25th, 2008 12:24 pmHow odd. I just got my specs out and the left lens was left lying in the case. The frame is not broken, not even loose and the lens has snapped back into place and is being held snugly enough. It needed a fair old polish, though, as if every paw print in Christendom had descended on it at the same time. It’s almost as if the lens had been popped deliberately…
One of the downsides of the late to work, late home strategy I employ to miss the rush hour is the number of school trips I encounter on my work bound journey. It’s not that the little blighters are particularly badly behaved, but they are loud and boisterous and possessed of more energy than I think I ever had, even at their age. Of course, in those days, energy was measured in imperial conkers rather than modern metric tofus, and I’ve never really been at ease with my understanding the conversion process, so it may be that I was as energetic, boisterous and loud as they, but in a more copper-wired analogue way.
And I don’t remember my teachers being that young, either.
One of the downsides of the late to work, late home strategy I employ to miss the rush hour is the number of school trips I encounter on my work bound journey. It’s not that the little blighters are particularly badly behaved, but they are loud and boisterous and possessed of more energy than I think I ever had, even at their age. Of course, in those days, energy was measured in imperial conkers rather than modern metric tofus, and I’ve never really been at ease with my understanding the conversion process, so it may be that I was as energetic, boisterous and loud as they, but in a more copper-wired analogue way.
And I don’t remember my teachers being that young, either.