Sunday nights are the hardest nights of the week!
(is that a song or something!)
I feel like the weekend has only just got under way.
There was a bit of Six Nations rugby to see, some great football results to totally open-up the premier league, and the work that sat in the corner of the room taunting me.
However, I will have to attend to these things in a few minutes, after I have posted one more epitaph that could go on my grave, but which will be applicable for my poor, tired out body by the time it gets to bed much later tonight:
'Here lies a poor, spent man!'
(is that a song or something!)
I feel like the weekend has only just got under way.
There was a bit of Six Nations rugby to see, some great football results to totally open-up the premier league, and the work that sat in the corner of the room taunting me.
However, I will have to attend to these things in a few minutes, after I have posted one more epitaph that could go on my grave, but which will be applicable for my poor, tired out body by the time it gets to bed much later tonight:
'Here lies a poor, spent man!'
I just hope the next line will be
'Rest in peace'
rather than
'Rest in pieces'.
I am still feeling a lot of pain in my shoulder, and I have now worked out why. That pile of books in the corner of the room is actually quite heavy, and I must have taken too much of a strain in bringing it home from school. Brilliant. I have the wounds from my efforts to get things done... hopefully the results are soon to follow.
I guess if I am to find my role model in teaching, it would be Don Quixote. What a legend. This guy is the real deal (yes, I have secret ambitions of being purely a drama teacher... and chasing windmills/ evil wizards and serpants of sin on the side. On guard!)
Well, hopefull the tune and the wind rushing through my hair will help me get through this long night.
Indeed:
'Onward to glory we go!'
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