Feel a bit guilty about moaning about all the effort for open day, now. Die Fuhrerin gave me a bottle of fizziness to show her appreciation. Feel vaguely on top of things at the moment, work-wise. First real year is a definite improvement on being an NQT. Get paid more too. We five FQTFOs (Fully Qualified Teacher - Fuck Off) look upon the new bunch and wonder why they're so stressed.
I picked up a fab book in Books Etc in Covent Garden yesterday. The only Joanne Harris book I've ever read is Chocolat. Her work always seems to revolve around France and food - until this one. Two principle characters: wannabe grammar school boy plotting murder and scandal and near-to-retirement codgerly Latin master. The latter reminds me of the protagonist in Stephen Fry's Hippopotamus: Latin tags, slightly buffoonic and totally unaware of the other side of the plot. Elements of the narrative are quite familiar - it doesn't feel like JH is working from experience here.
Doing Sunday cleaning while the duo are out. Bathroom beginning to feel like a minor realm of hell.
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