Thoughts arrive like butterflies
I have a cold. Urgh. Sore throat. Strange voice.
Spearhead still isn't playing. Computer has only crashed
once (which is a v.good thing), parent-teacher meeting is
still going ahead as planned.
I feel like shit.
In Maths yesterday, I kept drifting off and thinking about
Eden Camp, and what a great place it is. Was. Last time I
went. And today, I was thinking if there was any Maths work due for
tomorrow and I just thought how strange it was to drift off
in the middle of maths and think about a war museum.
Anyways, it doesn't really matter, I just thought it was