"I should have stayed in bed." That was the thought that coursed through my head as I removed a young student who had just thrown a wobbly.
Throwing up was next on the list of major classroom events. Kitty Litter for the uninitiated is always a good standby for these occasions.
As my working week drew to a close I was rewarded for my patience by a lovely little gift from a young person who is moving. Of course in keeping with the day, I promptly lost it.
After at least half an hour of the frantic searching of my desk, rubbish bins, and numerous boxes of paraphernalia and worst of all wondering how I was going to tell the little boy that I had lost his present, I went home.
Going down Hannan Street, I managed to get trapped half way around a corner on a red light. Having no idea quite how that happened, I then wondered about dementia.
The silver lining? When I eventually reached home I found the lost gift tucked into my camera case and it is the weekend.
Cenotaph
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This place marks
a superb spot,
where everyone expects
me to reside,
to germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate, deep.
They do not know
it is an empty...
9 years ago
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