Our twatting arseholes are still braying the shit out car horns for the fucking NHS at 8pm. Full blast outside the kids' bedroom window for 8pm, followed by congratulating themselves on how good they are for keeping it up.
I'm at a very low point right now - I was hoping the NHS virtue signalling would have stopped so I wasn't on edge all Thursday over it - but the twats I'm stuck living next to want to carry on with the car horns (I wouldn't mind the clapping but they really go at it with the car horns) and the idea of having to get a face mask on to get the train to the rare bits of uni that might happen next year has just knocked me down - I have a coffee, read a book and chill out getting the slow train home so it's quieter and I can relax a bit - not doing that for 45 minutes with spring loaded elastic steaming my specs up.
I just can't take the dementor shit, the fact that every time we get the numbers remotely down they move the goalposts to add in anyone who could spell COVID 19 before they died as being killed by it so they can keep this up and the dementors on here. I long for the days they just got their knickers in a twist about fucking loo brushes. Did a focus group today for uni to try to get my issues and concerns at least heard over online learning - don't know how much of an effect it'll have.
Just had another huge learning pack for DD2 home - the fact the school have actually really set them a load of stuff this time is like them throwing in the towel that these kids will ever get back to leave the school properly - thank fuck DD is in the keyworker bubble, but now I feel guilty if I don't do the sent home stuff as well, and that I'm not working on her speech regression - but to be honest it's not stuff that can easily be sorted out by sessions working through activities, it's something that just really needs lots and lots of interaction and her having the chance to formulate her thoughts... and the fucking SENCO from the new school still hasn't got round to contacting us to plan out provision for September. I'm not letting it slide or things will go to shit in September.
And then that Ross Kemp wanking his ego off and all the fucking BBC building community morale with heartwarming stories can just fuck off.