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?

Today, I'm 24 and 5/12. Fancy that.

What I have to do to make sure I get enough sleep to function:

• Put the hamster in the bathroom and block any drafts.
• Turn the heating down.
• Not drink coffee past about nine.
• Not think about school.
• Be able to see the time when I do wake up, so I don't stress about not getting up in time.

Actually, I really need to get the hamster out so I can clean out his cage, but he's asleep. No wonder - he's probably worn out by all the gnawing he did last night on the bars.

When the rain clears up (the BBC weather forecast seems to not know about it), I must go across the road and see if I can procure a Christmas tree that my form won't sneer at. They get more ambitious every year.