I’m not sure whether it’s a good or a bad feeling to sit here feeling sick and sorry for myself and then to realise that regardless of how ewwy I might feel tomorrow morning, I am needed at school.
Today’s not been so bad. Had a wacky music lesson with Dr U involving him walking us through the music school as he went, “this is autumn halfterm… this is spring term… that automatic door over there is university…” twas fun. “A metaphor, if you will.” Ferg makes me laugh.
Fortunately nothing about plying tasks or well-girdled maids came up in Iliad lesson this morning, though we made the most of both on our walk down to Mr B’s lesson this afternoon. Ply, ply! This lesson was also hindered by a large piece of toffee that I put in my mouth just as Mr B asked me a question; for once I was physically and not intellectually unable to answer. Also, Lou gets no more toffee because of the obscene thing she did with the first bit I gave her when Mr B was out of the room.
Managed to arrange my homework diary so that all my homework fits on one page, which is very comforting. I like being able to see it in all its terrifying glory.
Tried to steal Beka’s nice red coat at lunch but failed. Laughed far too hard on the way back from Mr B’s lesson in the rain. It snowed this morning.
