Early one morning a mother went in to wake up her son. “Wake up, son. It’s time to go to school!”
“But why, Mum? I don’t want to go.”
“Give me two reasons why you don’t want to go”
“Well, first the kids hate me, and second, the teachers hate me, too!”
“Oh, that’s no reason not to go to school. Come on now and get ready.”
“Give me two reasons why I should go to school”
“Well, for one, you’re 52 years old. And for another, you’re the headmaster!”
It’s an old joke, and a familiar one – but I’ve never really understood it until today. Today was the first day back, a training day (and what a waste of time that was), and it was such an upheaval dragging myself out of bed to go to school. It brought back unpleasant memories!
As you can probably tell from my distinct lack of posts, I’ve had a lovely and reasonably relaxing Christmas break, but I do feel that I’d benefit from a couple more days off. Christmas is such a hectic time of year, you spend so much time running around getting things organised that it’s hard to get enough time to relax.
Never mind – I’m sure I’ll get used to it with time.