What do you know about Tweedle Beetles?
Well, when Tweedle Beetles fight, it's called a Tweedle Beetle battle.
AND when they battle with a paddle, its called a Tweedle Beetle paddle battle.
AND when they battle in a puddle, it's called a Tweedle Beetle puddle battle.
AND when Tweedle Beetles battle with paddles in a puddle, they call it a Tweedle Beetle puddle paddle battle.
AND when Beetles battle Beetles in a puddle paddle battle, and the Beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle, they call this a Tweedle Beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.
AND when Beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles, and the bottle's on a Poodle and the Poodle's eating noodles, they call this a muddle puddle Tweedle Poodle Beetle noodle bottle paddle battle.
Thus ends the Dr Seuss lecture for today, and thus is illustrated the state of my brain at the moment. Hence the no blogging, and the no crafting, and the no housework, and the no anything really. Apart from the working and the vegging.
See. I don’t think even one of those sentences was correctly constructed.
Mashed. That’s what my brain is.
And why is it mashed (slapped wrists, starting a sentence with the word and). Well, it’s mashed because the current ratio of administrators to students on my course is
1 (Me): 124 (Them).
And what do students do to administrators (there we go again, beginning a sentence with a conjunction)? They peck your head from 9.30 until 4.30 with questions about timetables and tutor groups and class schedules and ID cards and Council Tax Exception Certificates.
Not a fair ratio, I feel.
Was my last post on here the popcorn question? I think it was. I suspect I might have to start giving serious consideration to the apparent deterioration in my mental well being.
I think I might have to knit something.
Did I mention I read a Biology text book? For fun. It was all about lovely cell structure and mitochondria and ribosomes and endoplasmic reticulum. There were shiny diagrams and everything. That’s gotta be earning me some serious geek chart points. Please.
I think that’s about enough of my torrid rantings. Except maybe to say it was all Leanne’s fault (you know what I mean missus!) and to apologise for my absence. Or maybe you’re rather I’d stayed away??
I might leave you with this though. There’s definitely been some hamster action around here: