If only ...!
2002-11-15 || 7:11 p.m.

I now know where I am going wrong.

Lunchtime today I was sorting out some art stuff for the afternoon. Some of my girls had sidled into the classroom and I was pretending that they shouldn't really be outside because, hell, I remember wanting to be inside not out on a cold, rainy day. I was giving them little jobs to do and somehow the conversation began to go like this:

Pupil: What you need Miss is a husband!

Me: Yes. But where on earth do you find one?

Pupil: Well, you go to the pub and see a man you like, then you get up and dance and shake your bottom at him.

Me: Do you think that will work?

All Pupils: Oh, yes!