and it's monday ...

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This can only mean one thing. Half-term is over and hi-ho, hi-ho, it's back to work I go. I will admit though, at 9 o'clock last night I suddenly remembered that no students would be gracing us with their presence, and this was very worthy of an excited little fistbump punching the air above my head. Of course, Husband may have preferred that I didn't do such a thing whilst we're watching The Haunting of Hill House with the lights off, but then he shouldn't have chosen to spend his life with such an excitable mare. However, less exciting is the fact that a day with no students means a day of inconsequential and irrelevant training, hastily thrown together at the last minute by a departmental boss who doesn't actually know what this side of his department actually do. I have just realised that there is frost on the grass verges and the fields of the Flatlands. I do think l live in an insulated little bubble of a town. My twelve minute walk from Home to Bus Stop always has me feeling toasty and warm. Too warm. And then I get off the bus for my twelve minute walk from Bus Stop to Work and it's bluddy freezing. The world is such a mysterious place, today made better and brighter because it's the attractively lovely, possibly Polish, but definitely very polished, driver driving the bus this morning. *sigh*