This blog is coming dangerously close to adopting a weekly post status. This has been due to a number of things, including my desire to get earlier nights and an attempt to not use my phone before bed. I've also been feeling a little down lately, and I'm not entirely sure why. So, a recap of recent noteworthy events:
A boy in a special needs school made us all cards and flowers for the show, a gesture which threatened to melt my normally granite heart.
In another school, a child wrote the word 'shit' in the dirt on our van. Unlucky for him, a teacher was walking past the door and caught him in the act. He got some classic primary school teacher speeches (why did you do it, were you trying to make people laugh, what do you think your dad will say, etc) and had to wipe the profanity off with a paper towel. That evening we washed the van.
Joe spent the weekend on a mandatory trip to Butlins with the other TMs and I went to a school reunion in London (read all about that in my other blog. Hint: lots of drinking.)
And today I serenaded a teacher who's face looked as though I was presenting her with a plate of dead rat. The teacher sat beside her was absolutely howling.
We're now into Joe and Grace's last week (which may have something to do with my current state of mind; that combined with a month without internet leaves me rather in the dumps) and I'm going to miss them dearly. As my first team I'll always have fond memories and maintain that I couldn't have asked for three better people to live and work with for six months on the road. The silver lining is that in two and a half weeks I will be in York and then back to London and civilization. How times flies.
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