Gosh, I know it’s terribly dull but I don’t really have anything particularly juicy to confess to! I’ve tried to think of some things that I might feel a little bit sheepish sharing instead! So here goes…
This isn’t really a secret to anyone who knows me. Fortunately, as a teacher, I was paid to correct grammar on a daily basis. The children used to be fairly amused by me hollering, “those ones!” every time someone said, “them ones” or “A writ is a legal document, you mean wrote!” across the classroom! I almost cried with pride when a boy I’d taught for almost two years spontaneously used ‘wrote’ correctly.
Anyway, my grammar-related confession is that I once took my red pen out of my handbag and used it to correct a poster advertising mobile phone sales on the back of a toilet door in a local supermarket. I’m sorry, if you’re going to produce promotional material, then you need to know the difference between your and you’re, and there, their and they’re. I still felt a bit guilty for doing it, though.
I shan’t repeat some of the things I say. This isn’t that sort of blog. I really need to sort it out, too, as I don’t want Little M to use that sort of language. But I do get very sweary ranty sometimes. In fact, more so since I’ve been driving during the day. People seem to drive with more urgency at rush hour and I don’t have time to faff at any time of the day! I think some people just really shouldn’t be on the road. And they’re usually driving Micras. That is all.
Not in a kinky way. Sorry. But I love any opportunity to dress up at school. In my eight years as a primary school teacher, I have dressed up as a Victorian, a Tudor, a Luddite, a 1940s housewife, Mrs Incredible (twice, superhero day is popular in primary schools!), the Cat in the Hat, a wicked witch (we had parents evening that day too, which was fun!), and, most recently when I was pregnant, Mr Bump. Funnily enough, I hate dressing up for fancy dress parties, though!
What’s your embarrassing confession?