Seven months pregnant, waddling around the school to different classrooms and out to the yard and back again and back and back and back. Everything hurts. Everything aches. Draconian system of teaching where we all have to teach exactly the same lessons at the same time and woe betide if it doesn’t work out that way. Two hour meeting after school on Thursday where we will ‘discuss’ things. We won’t discuss them, we will be told. Nowhere to work, nowhere to collapse and veg in private for a bit, I had lunch in my car. Kids stupid with masks. Hate my visor. TiredtiredTIRED.
Sorry. As you were my fellow teachers ...