the wind took my woolly hat

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Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. A warm, but fierce, gust of wind nearly took my woolly hat off my head this morning. I saved it from blowing away just in time. Phew. A sudden urge upon arriving home last night led me directly to the bedroom. I lifted the pillows and who do I find hiding beneath them? Plastic Bus Ticket. He must have been whispering sweet nothing's in my ear all night, bless him. How he actually managed to wiggle his way out of Phone and crawl under the pillows I have no idea. I was most happy to see him though. He's safely tucked up in Phone again now, but far more securely; he will not be escaping again. I'm in an Art lesson now. It's relaxed and I'm making the most of this before my next lesson with lower ability Media students, which will be chaotic and busy. Music is playing, heads are bent over paper, upon which are developing set designs for a pantomime. The students I support are engrossed in their arty-farty work, occasionally requesting a ruler, or a rubber. Art students without a rubber! Whatever next? It's interesting to watch them. They're so involved in what they're doing that the rest of the world may not exist for the moment. A far cry from maths and English lessons, in which they tend to be silly and childish, if they even turn up at all. Oh well. Best do some wandering and chatting, even though it seems sacrilegious to interrupt their hard work ...