preverbal burble
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
You've heard, no doubt, of pleading the belly; well, this week we are pleading the boobie in an effort to garner me a temporary parking place on campus so I don't have to factor in 20 mins driving around chanting the Parkers' Prayer* into the increasingly relentless feeding/teaching schedule. Sent a plaintive email off to the lovely French dept admin lady, and she has put in a formal request to the university parking police. Let's hope Breastfeeding Awareness Week isn't too distant a memory (although I myself am buggered if I can remember when it was) and that political correctness will, if not go mad, at least prevail in my favour.
Had a weird imagining the other day at the washing line: a sort of flash-picture of myself in a lecture theatre crooning Who's a happy baby? Who's the world's happiest little Maggie Moo? Who's Mummy's gorgeous angel? over and over to rows of incredulous undergrads. Sort of like a very context-specific aphasia. God I need more sleep.
*Hail Mary, full of grace / Let me find a parking space...
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