Mares eat oats, does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, i could eat ivy too wouldn't you ...

I've said before that our offices are open on saturday mornings to allow people to participate in workshops ... more like an easy excuse for getting away from the house, 'er indoors and the shopping, if you ask me

Added to this, a few years ago, the now ex-MissusBossWoman had a brainwave whereby we'd arrange to give lessons to kids - for the most part english lessons - whose parents work for company 'X' (key account companies that spend a ton of money on their dunder head, no-hoper employees)

Over time, the handfull of lovely little angels gradually became two handfulls .. then three .. then four fistfulls of uncontrolable spoilt brats

As things stand right now, there are about half a dozen groups or so of sprogs, organised acording to their abilities, their adiction to orangeade and/or their over-dependance on Ritalin

All of which to say that next week-end : it's going to be my turn to deal with an unfeasable amount of uppity french progeniture and their snotty nosed parents

Boy, do i feel so underwhelmed by the priviledge ...