Friday

Have been given the job of entertaining the children on the last day of term. Luckily, this doesn't involve dressing up and playing the xylophone. Well... not me, anyway. Have been in a frenzy since Tuesday advertising the auditions, trying to find two kids to host the damn thing (succeeded) and organising the staff contribution, based on Grease.

See, now I wanted the Sound of Music, complete with goatherds and nuns, but the majority voted for cross-dressing and hair gel. However, our bald, male Sandy should be amusing. Must listen to the Grease Megamix and see how long it is.

In addition to this, my lunatic form have decided they want to hold a nativity play (these are 15 year olds, for God's sake!) and an animation festival. I handed over the Christmas tree to them to make. A crack team of three 'tree boffins' managed to decipher the colour-coded individual branch attaching instructions and make it look reasonable in a mere 30 minutes.

See how much I'm enjoying our collective day off, given the circumstances?