Tuesday morning.
Returning to work.
I'm scared and I am not sure why.
It isn't the teaching. I think it's just the overwhelming intensity of the teaching and the relationships - or one relationship in particular. Of course, expecting something to go wrong every time I step into the ICT room doesn't help.

Then tonight I have a root canal treatment to have finished. Given that I am inclined to be phobic about dental treatment (though my dentist is fantastic) it's not an easy prospect. I'm intending to do it without my usual assistant - sleeping tablets - today.

Ho hum.

Have already this morning (at 7.30) sorted washing, filled in three forms for daughters' school events, written three cheques for the same events, and found passport and E111 for younger daughter's school trip to France next week. Can't think why I am already tired. Still, I didn't have to empty the dishwasher this morning - it didn't get turned on overnight. There's a pity!

Caroline