Oh My God. I have a very long weekend ahead of me and, should I meet a certain teacher between now and 5:30 on Friday, I will be open to punctuality jokes, hair cracks and other collected unfunny banter. If he doesn’t shout at me first. And this is all because of this “conflict of activities” which occurred a few days ago. And now I have an enormous clash on Bank Holiday Monday (which is meant to be my day off anyway).

I’m back a day later and its sorted itself out. Sort of. I can go ahead with my original plans, but write off any favours or kindness explected from the said teacher. Oh Well…