Maxwell would be so proud

Are the funniest little things. Molly and Moby - it's a curious thing but they warm my soul like little else. And Poppy has come good in the best, most heart warming way. (And while we're on Poppy. Apologies to Ireland. Young DJP has put me right - there is a RSPCA network in Ireland. So there). 

Waking up in the morning (it's an old habit) and coming downstairs. Open the back and Poppy goes out onto the back deck and just waits. Then I go to the office and let the pups out. A quick kiss and bit of my toes and they fly out through the kitchen and out the back door to where Poppy is waiting. They attack. She smiles and sits there, letting them crawl all over her before... she rolls over and start suckling. It's the most lovely way to start the day. 

What a whirl

Blimey. That’s been a few weeks, months even. All the college stuff – the assessments, the marking, the exam boards. Then there’s been the house stuff – a stress that’s somewhere west of stress, something that’s still going on. Every day, another thought, another idea. Then there’s been curveballs like crashing the car – that was a real joy. I kinda figure that one session with Dr Janni and her rubber tube was a small price to pay. (Don’t know if I should write about Dr Janni here. Do people really want to know the truth about an ayervedic enema? I don’t know. It’s not like I’m going to post a picture…)

The college stuff, it’s all an emotional curve to love and learn from. It’s such a strange feeling. These people. What are they? Friends? Students in a long line of more students? Or (as my friend is so fond of saying) merely food? For me I’ve got to say that it’s largely the former – friends. I can’t really look at it any other way and I hope that if I ever stop seeing them as friends, that’ll be the day I find a new job.

It’s interesting how some of the students give you a real thrill, a warm glow. Some you just want to kick in the nose but we’ll let that go. Let’s stay with the family motto and look at the good. The gang that I saw last night are, generally, the reason for doing the job. Good people, bright and optimistc. The spirit of positivism. I like talking to Greg, he reminds me of the good bits of me (albeit the me of a few years older than him). Chancing the chance, smiling through it in the knowledge that a smile and a positive outlook is enough to get through. Genuinely it warms the soul when he tells of blagging an interview with Alex Turner. I used to do that. It’s funny.

I’m kinda through that whole “they’re going to find me out” business and happy in my role. Listen, if Lee can write to me and thank me for all I taught him, life is good.
Now it’s the summer and time to crack on. What to do first? This play I’m supposed to write? Or plough on with the book? I do know that Gaigin Strategies is going to be the one, but when shall I do it?