School's Out for Summer...

Heja Mes Amigos,

Excuse the mixed-up, made up, mishmash lingo.  I hardly know where I am.  I've been on holiday.

I've not had a proper holiday in years, but since I quit the nine to five in favour of the creative life I've taken things rather more easily, and what a Summer it's been. I've camped in tents, splashed by the sea-side and generally indulged in a long stay-cation.  Not for me the jetting off on plane - that was my work life of old - but the discovery of the countryside on my doorstep, with my small boss, Edie, by my side.  We have picked blackberries, scrumped for the neighbour's apples (shhhh - don't tell him), tramped through fields of Sunflowers, pounded the scorching pavements in our wellies, in search of local interest points, and practically lived in the garden, painting pictures, growing flowers and vegetables and tending to the fish in the pond.

I have shared a sherry with many a creature, exchanging views on the world, whilst watching the stars and the bats flitting overhead. I've knitted several more big squares of random wool oddments towards my patchwork winter blanket and I have immersed myself in books and largely abandoned technology.  How healthy.

But now I'm ready for a new challenge - and a new challenge is certainly coming!  Tomorrow I go back to school!  That's not a euphemism for a new job, it is actual school.  Well, University! I am going to learn all about art and paint and colours and drawing and pictures and how to generally survive with no money for cheese. I'll be there with lots of young mice - much, much younger than me. Mice who will all have cool fur and no small bosses to take care of.  The joining instructions have been informative.  I am to turn up at an appointed place, at an appointed time, and I will be welcomed and told more.  I am wondering if I have accidentally enrolled at a KGB convention - it's all very mysterious.  Exciting for the young mice I would imagine, but with small boss to consider, it's more irritating than exciting for me to be informed in this manner.  But we shall see.

As for the timetable of actual classes, well all I can say is that it's been sent to me, so that I can work around my small boss, Edie.  It is certainly suited to the course as it's in red and yellow.  And green and Orange. And some turquoise. All the different bits in different colours mean different things.  Some colours are together, sometimes there are big gaps of no colour.  There is no actual useful writing on it to tell me what the colours mean.  I am sure I will work it out.

So wish me luck - I need to go and iron my school uniform now and try out some 'root boosting gel' to try to get my fur to look as cool and funky as the young mice.  Oh, and I should probably not say 'cool' or 'funky' either.  The babies will no doubt give me withering looks...

Yours Excitedly,

Mouse xx