Bit of this
I have had the rarity of a good day. True the sodding shoulder was singing so much that by midday I was laying flat on my back in the book corner. Trying to restore enough energy to hit Age Concern for the free film show. The fact that the supply teacher was at a loss to know how to handle the lads who were in hyper overdrive had drained me. She did stop wringing her hands when I for appealed for help but scooped up the lasses who were not being a jot of bother. This left me with all my jobs and settling them. I even remained good humored while due to my enthusiasm I had said lads making books while placating the class drama king who couldn't understand why I couldn't give him my un dived attention and was getting crosser and crosser. In the middle of all this children were coming to me for help with shoes and the donning of fairy out fits. If fairy outfits had fitted me I would have fluttered across the road to The Three Feathers for a pint.
The film was a hit. The company was good.
I even had enough energy in reserve to cook tea. Because I let someone else try and sort a problem out with old Uncle George. When I rang back an hour latter to check on things guess what the good old social services had sorted it.
The pain was there but for some reason I was in the driving seat for once. Yes a good day.
Bit of that
If they never did a fairy dance they should have.