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Headteacher in a challenging school. Rugby. Alex and Rudi. Jeff and Elaine. Claire. Sandals. History. Was @llewelyn20 on Twitter
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Someone's after a job..
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So that's it, they're off tomorrow morning and I have to go to bed, so can post no more.
Elaine's still talking. Jeff is watching some documentary about Hitler's dog, and I need a rest. Have a lovely week.
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It's quite sporadic for us, really, but they've played a full part in their lives.
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I walk past Alex's room and Elaine is sitting on his bed.
You ok, I ask.
He's so big now, she says, do you think he's ok.
He's loving it, I say, you saw him.
I still expect him to be in here, she says, playing his music too loud.
I know, I say, I'll leave you to it.
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Claire and Jeff have gone to plant some things in the garden.
Elaine is supervising.
She can't help herself, every 5 seconds she yanks the door open and shouts at Jeff.
Don't put that there...wrong place...what's that under the tree...watch where you're standing...
Relentless.
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Morning you old trout, says jeff.
He’s always so happy in a morning.
Bit gloomy today, he smiles.
You’ll have to go steady on the way home, I say.
It’s clearing up by tomorrow, he says.
Tomorrow, I say.
When we go, he says.
Tomorrow, I say.
They’re leaving tomorrow. Great.
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I'd be disappointed she lied as I would have given her the day off if she'd asked..paid.
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I'm glad I saw Alex today, says Jeff.
I know, I say, he misses you.
I bought him a hot water bottle, he says.
I laugh. Why, I ask.
I spent 35 years being cold and I hate the thought of him being cold, he says.
Dear me Jeff he's fine, I laugh.
He's just a baby, he says.
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I think I might go up now and read, says Elaine.
Be still my beating heart.
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So now we're watching some Irish sit com with a very squeaky, squealy woman that talks incessantly.
And Elaine keeps repeating what the squeaky, squealy woman says.
Can someone help me please.
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She sits down on the settee, I'm exhausted, she says.
Because you haven't stopped fucking talking, I say to Rudi.
It's been a long day, she says.
How does she even breathe, I whisper.
I enjoyed it though, she beams.
I don't think dead things need oxygen, I say.
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She's talking to Tom, she goes on, and we think he has the Parkinson's.
Why, says Claire.
Well he couldn't get the top off the beetroot, she sighs, and it wasn't that tight although some of them are like they've been welded on and how pensioners are supposed to do it..
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Cathy has had her hair done mind, Elaine sniffs after dinner.
Still she talks, I mumble.
Ruud laughs.
It was horrendous, Elaine ignores me, somewhere between red and ginger, and what she'd done with her eye brows I can't tell you.
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I don't look in the morning!!
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Honestly.
Jeff is that the best place to leave your slippers, I shout.
It's so I don't forget them, he says.
What about me breaking my fucking neck on them, I say.
Just step round them, he says.
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Morning Elaine, I beam, did you sleep ok?
I woke at 1.15, she scowls, then had to go to the toilet at 3, after that I laid awake til 4.20 and I couldn’t sleep as he was snoring and so that kept me awake til 5 and then I went to the toilet again…
Excellent, I say.
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I need hearing aids, says Jeff.
Pardon, I say.
Rudi laughs.
How do you know, says Claire.
Well I can hear sounds but can't make them out, he says, sometimes Elaine's talking and it makes no sense.
That's not your fucking hearing, I say.
Elaine seethes.