Last Friday, I woke up with the knowledge that my weekend would be a busy one, and that I had four lessons to teach, and thirteen A level compositions to photocopy and organise.
About 5 minutes after getting out of bed, I was hit with a horrendous stabbing pain in my stomach.
I wilfully ignored it, and had a shower anyway.
Tried to have a shower.
After nearly passing out a couple of times, and having to sit on the floor of my shower to wash out my hair, I realised I probably wasn't going to be in school that day.
As the day passed, and the lovely triage nurse lady diagnosed an apparently unprovoked attack of IBS, I felt a little perkier. As in, I was now mobile.
By the end of the weekend, I had been driven down to Shepherds Bush, caught the train to Cardiff after breakfast the next day, and partied hard dressed in backcombed black, before going on a walk round a beautiful sunshiney park and catching approximately a million trains back home again.
I'm now thoroughly wiped out, and each day does not end soon enough, but I had a wonderful weekend.
The moral of this story is:
As soon as you are able, do.
I need to finish planning more fun and games for year 13 (possibly literally).
Also, I have just realised Joni Mitchell sounds a bit like Laura Marling. Or should that be Laura Marling sounds like Joni Mitchell? Either way, I like it.