So... I missed Ten on Ten last month.
Aaand the month before that.
Time flies!
I always feel a bit clever when I actually remember, as I did yesterday. I'm not fond of undertaking the Ten project on a school day, as I can't share what is a big and significant chunk of my day. But I decided to go through with it anyway.
My camera began it's day in the bathroom, but you've likely just eaten, so I'll spare you those images. No I'm just kidding. I did photograph our cute monkey shower curtain, but it didn't make the final cut. However, I do have a few non-identity-revealing (secret or otherwise) school photos to share!!
Before I get to the pics though, I must share with you the details of an "interesting" moment from my day. Today at the school cross country I took myself off to the loo, as you do. Taking oneself to a public toilet is a seemingly harmless business right!? Trust me, on Norfolk it is. Our public toilets are clean, lack graffiti and even smell OK. Well the one of two cubicles I chose had one of those toilet roll dispensers (the clear tubular type that holds about 4 rolls), however there was only one roll left and it was WAY OUT OF REACH and tentatively suspended RIGHT AT THE TOP. So, thinking like MacGyver, I assured myself 'I don't need to relocate, I got this!' and I gingerly and expertly slid my hand and wrist right up as far as I could to try and dislodge the one and only roll. Well do you think it would cooperate? No way. I started flapping that contorted hand round like a demented puppet but with one final desperate snatch, I managed to get that sucker lose. But wait, the story doesn't end there. Do you think I could get my hand back out??? NO WAY! Panic set in and I decided I'd just have to call for help!! Yup - embarrassing. I mean seriously, imagine yelling out "Can someone help me???...my hand is stuck in the toilet roll holder!!!!!". Fortunately a small (but powerful) rational section of my brain booted the 'scream for help' thought right out, which is awesome for two reasons, (i) because it told me to stop freaking out and (ii) to breathe and think strategically! So a bit like a three point turn, that actually takes nine manoeuvres to achieve, all's well that ends well. After a few carefully choreographed movements, I was actually able to pull my hand free (with scratches and sore spots for my trouble), but all bones, and more importantly, dignity, in one piece! It's always weird when you return to the group after an incident like that. I was trying my best to have a 'I've just been to the loo, and I didn't get my hand stuck in a toilet roll dispenser' face!!!! I wonder if they suspected? I bet it was written all over my face!
Be warned readers and think of me next time you see a fancy-pants multi-storey toilet roll housing. No matter how dexterous you imagine your wrist to be, never attempt a fresh toilet roll retrieval. It's just too dangerous.
Where was I? Ah yes, Ten on Ten, 10 photos taken on the tenth day of the June. On with the show...
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| breakfast eating and lunch-making |
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| the legs of a runner |
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| heritage in view |
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| little runners |
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| they don't like running much - they smile because it's over and they SURVIVED...and it's home time |
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| a ride home - can you guess who the driver is? |
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| peak hour traffic on Cascade Rd |
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| a break from reality |
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| rosy complexion |
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| washed, but not ironed |
