Planet Mad

I've just finished marking. I suspect that the gallon of tea consumed in the past ninety minutes will not help my sleeping any, although judging by my late-night stagger and squinty eyes I'm about to collapse.

This time tomorrow I will, all being well, be tucked up in bed in a bunk house in the Forest of Dean. I'm skiving Speech Day at school to go to Ian and Laura's wedding, and from there on to Sunny Cheltenham for a bit of a snog, and then maybe back to the Forest of Dean to see Mr and Mrs J on the Monday. Blimey - my holiday appears to be as busy as term time! Pah!