Sports Day tomorrow.
Compulsory standing in a field with no shade for 4-5 hours whilst children who are still wandering into school wearing fucking Puffa Jackets are told it's Really a Jolly Good Jape to take part in an Egg & Spoon Race (yep, they're doing the sort of events that Primaries don't).
These are kids who can run like shit off a shovel if they feel like it usually in the opposite direction to anybody in authority. They're not going to be impressed that their £150 running spikes, bought by their Mums for the All-Important Sports Competition of the Year, will only see action in the three-legged race. And no parents are invited, anyhow.
Quite frankly, I don't want to do it. But it's compulsory. Even though I've got a fuckton of things I have to do before leaving work (forever, it's my last day of employment on Friday).
It's been overcast all afternoon and my head is banging.
If it pisses down, I get to stay in my office and actually get my work done. It needs to be seriously dramatic rain, though. Because half of them will still be wearing the sodding Puffa Jackets.
And my garden needs watering.
Fuck it, I'm doing a Rain Dance.