Oooh, I have been so busy - loads of marking - and I was going to blog last night but then I watched "The Apprentice" instead and it was so good. (Does everyone know what this is? - a reality programme in which ambitious youngish people take part in business tasks - or sort of businessish tasks - to win a job with an entrepreneur.) How I would hate to take part in this programme! What huge egos the people have and how amazing it is that they volunteer to take part in it, knowing (surely) that they're going to make fools of themselves. Daughter 2 and I take guilty pleasure in watching them.
And then I was going to blog tonight but Daughter 2 was here and she found on Iplayer (or something) the follow-up show to horrid Melissa's "firing" and I had to watch that. Kind of predictably, horrid Melissa then seemed quite nice, which goes to prove the power of editing and the stress engendered by the programme which made her seem quite so ghastly.
I have long ago decided that I'm not a team player. I can work in a team all right but frankly I prefer just getting on and doing it my way. The very thought of trying to complete a group task with all those pushy, shouty people. Ahh...ggg...hhh.
Melissa invented some fine words, though. "Comfortability" was one. "Manoeuvrement" was another. Oh, the joy. I'll miss her in the show for this alone.
But now it's five to one in the morning. Mr Life and Daughter 2 will be up at six-thirty to go to Wales so that Mr Life can admire trains, so I'd better stop this and go and leap into the bath with Melvyn Bragg. Or at least with a novel by him. What a pity one needs to sleep on occasion. I do think it's a waste of time.