I am fucked off this evening. Not for anything particularly bad, my arm hasn't just fallen off, no-one I love has been hurt and Mariah Carey hasn't just called around for tea, but I am fucked off none-the-less. Pardon my French.

THAT is why I am fucked off. It's the French Connection, you see. No, not the film, the French. No, not the French on the whole, just having them in our house.

The students we do have are generally very nice so it's not a personal attack against them, it's just that having students is beginning to feel like a full time job. We haven't had a full day on our own, to ourselves for over a week. They are starting to leak into our weekends and our spare time and it's not on. Ok they pay well, but it's a bit rich when we both work hard, not to be able to relax in the ways we wish. Poor kids, it isn't their fault, I'm just fucked off. I thought I'd share.

This weekend has been great. Rocker and I had to get up early to take the last students to the station but then we went back to bed until NOON. How decadent. Then we went to the pictures. Today we BBQ'd and had family round. Then we watched Gladiator ("What we do in life, echoes in eternity...")

Monday has swung around far to quickly again. Oh well.