The week before last was half term, so no work for me. Last week some schools were still off, having taken a fortnight, which means that they will have a shorter summer holiday, and still no work. (There's only so much housework, grass cutting, car washing and blog surfing one can do!)
And then on Wednesday afternoon the phone rang. Could I do the next two days with a Y6 class?
Not my favourite age group - too many hormones - but I said yes and then spent the next two hours searching for work to do with them. Just as I had finished, the phone rang again.
"Sorry, we're going to have to cancel you. The class teacher is coming back."
Hmm, didn't think I was THAT notorious!