Planet Mad

It's been the penultimate day of teaching before the half-term holiday. It's been a day for escaping the villge and getting into the big wide world where there are shops that sell books and CDs and toiletries and bikinis that actually fit. It's been an evening for buying sandwiches that are reduced from £2.50 to 10p, for eating far too many confectionary products, for going to the pub. It's a night for collapsing on the bed, dreaming of foreign climes and tomorrow's trip to Greece.

If I don't make it to a pooter for the next couple of weeks, you know where I'll be: living life, not writing about it. Have fun...