Distant Dreamings

In an ideal world, end-of-term lessons would be taken up with special treats of extended samba, African drumming, and/or whole class jamming.

In an ideal world, this blog would be riddled with witticisms, interesting pictures and tales of my fascinating life.

In an ideal world, all the shoes I have put in the washing machine will come out unblemished, not falling apart and as fresh as a daisy. (and will still fit my feet...)

In an ideal world, I would have been in bed before now. (idiot.)

In an ideal world, the end of term would be just around the corner.


Oh wait!



It is!



How exciting :-)

and now I am going to wildly revel in my excitement by going straight to bed.

Right about...




now.


(-ish)