Today is going to be a good day.
My intestinal eruptions seem to have finished and I'm feeling a lot better.
I only teach 2 spells today, both seniors, and to cap it all, there's no meeting after school.
Today is going to be good.
Bloody hell, I thought my mobile phone was going to explode. 4 text messages from colleagues who are going to be absent, so I'll have to get in a wee bit earlier to arrange the relief.
My tummy is beginning to feel a little odd. Maybe I was a wee bit premature in thinking the intestinal eruptions had finished.
Just spray-painted the porcelain a fetching yellow-green-brown.
I bet you didn't want to know that.
Now you know how I feel.
But I can't really take time off. It's just not done.
Actually I don't really feel too bad. it's the uncertainty.
I don't know if I'm going to discretely release a little trapped gas, or discretely run for the loo before it all starts trickling down my leg.
Today is going to be shit.