I thought I may as well tell you how my week has been. Slow. How can half-term whizz by so quickly and now I feel like I am wading through custard to get to the weekend. Not that I really want to get there because it involves a school disco. My memories of school discos in the *ahem* 80s is everybody sitting on the floor doing rock the boat, feeling rather coy when doing the actions for ‘Don’t blame it on the moonlight…’ and being glued to the wall in terror/angst when the slow dances came on. No, nobody asked me. Yes, I did make a break for the loos.
My first (eventual) slow dance was to ‘True’ by Spandau Ballet. Simon Hutchinson and I, stiff as boards (no NOT like that, gutterbrains!) rotating slowly around the school hall like we were on a rather sluggish spirograph. The music stopped, we repelled like north to north magnets and never was it spoken of again. Until now….bwahaha!
Anyway, to top it all, I have a parents evening tonight. As a teacher, not a parent. Never sure which is worse. Whichever way ’round it is the childcare for it is a right pain in the arse and without my lovely friend J I would be right up the creek. Again. Still, I shall ply her with pizza and wine and much gratitude. Again. I see a pattern forming….
Meanwhile, there is a half-empty bag of mini-eggs to
polish off clear up and jobs to be done. The fun never stops.