Interesting Times

Pinky is deserting us. 
She's running away from the sybaritic delights of Nuova Lazio to the grim reaches of Upper Hutt.
Even worse, she's joining Elma in that educational wasteland we call Private Schools.


Lucky Bloody Pinky.

No more duties prowling the tennis courts for smokers.
No more grabbing a quick snack from the microwave.
In your new environment, the security staff do all the duties

You sit down to a silver service lunch each day (wine optional)

Coffee and tea are of course provided on request, although the Principal asks that no more than 5 tea breaks are taken before lunch.
Classrooms are well laid out and furnished, and of course as the new Head of Faculty you will have to choose the colour scheme for your rooms, although for the sake of economy in these hard times, you will not, I'm afraid, be allowed to change the carpets yet.  That will have to wait until next year.

Sorry.
We all have to tighten our belts.  The pupils all have their own laptops, networking with the school system, so you can bring up their work onto your SmartBoard in every class.

Have fun Pinky.

Remember us poor sods stuck in the Gulag.

When you're paddling your gold trimmed platinum kayak down the Hutt, give us a wave, or even better let us know when you're coming down.  We'll send some of the kids from 9NL to give you a traditional Nuova Lazio greeting.  We've still got plenty of half-bricks left from the last time.

Keep blogging, we all want to know how the other half live.