Sod's Law

I must be the unluckiest person ever! I woke up today - 2 days before my birthday and have found myself with a cold. Either someone hates me and gives me the lurgy every year of my immune system is just crap. How many different types of cold can there be? I must have built up immunity to thousands of them over the years! Part of me has a mind to sue the school - cleaning other people's dust and inhaling it can't have helped! I know I shouldn't moan because loads of people are worse off than me but its just annoying really. Anyway i can hardly see the screen from my cold induced tears - i'm off to have a throat sweet and possibly a hot drink.

Return Of The Mack

Today, I finally realised what a blog was actually for, and thought "That's quite a novel way of passing some time" so that's exactly what I'm doing. I also realised my ambition(I say ambition-its more like nightmare) of putting myself - semi voluntarily-through one of the most unpleasant experiences ever. As part of my job I had to clean out toilets. My chum Nic has to do this every day and will probably tell me to stop being such a girl about it and be grateful, but it is truly foul and has opened my eyes to the habits of some of the youth.
I found myself thinking like someone of an older generation as i disinfected the bowls of terror. These children have obviously been too busy hanging round in hoodies and getting pregnant so that all basic hygiene seems to have evaded them. For instance - the other day poor old Nic came across none other than urine soaked toliet roll in a bin! I mean, what went through that person's mind when they did that? Did their parents tell them to do that? I could understand if they were raised by wolves and didn't know how to use a toilet but they're not!
Anyway, elderly rant over - on the plus side the gang and I might get to do a radio show! I reckon we'll be much better than Chris Moyles and infinately better than Fearne bloody Cotton.