The Last Day

I knew that it would have to come sometime, but knowing it intellectually and actually having it happen to you are two different things.
The holidays are finished.
Back to work tomorrow, and Aunty Twisted is still here, asleep and snoring like a drunken trooper (which she is).  There have been very few women who passed the Marine Commando training course. 

Aunty in her younger days

Aunty is not one of them.  She set up the bloody course, so when Aunty says do something I do it.  Be careful Richard [of RBB], I think she's taken a dislike to you.

So back to Nuova Lazio High tomorrow, back to the planning, the timetabling, the relief (thanks R[of RBB]), the teaching and of course the kids.

I wonder if Aunty would like a job relief teaching in Nuova Lazio High?  I mean if she's taught terrorists freedom fighters counter-insurgency specialists not to fire off all of their ammunition from their AK74s in one burst, I'm sure that taking 9NL for Maths would be a dawdle.

We'll see.