10 zulus buggered my cat

and other facial nerves...

yes, thus was the conversation in my car as I finished BSL this evening, drove someone back in the snowglobe effect environs as I went to pick up the cat-mans LARP gear for this weekend.
make much sense - not really - but thus is my world. I work in a school teaching a subject I'm not trained in, where the students I each are a mix of excellent and diabolical, their home lives make me grin, despair and worry and ultimately I long to be a student again, having fun, drinking odd concoctions and to only worry about an essay rather than 45 students grades...
but heck - life ain't like that - apparently I'm a professional and we take things one step at a time - not looking at the unreachable goals we set ourselves but looking down to see how far we have come. For me, and for those reading this on facebook, do not worry - I am fine. I just worry about those around me: the student who is beaten by a parent, the depressives who harm themselves in many ways, the colleagues who work under management blind, or uncaring, to their needs and a friend or sixteen who despertely need more self confidence once more.
People - you're all fabulous - be true to yourselves and have a great weekend - i'll be in an iron age hut being cold, non-miserable, drunk on mead and looking into the flames of the past - enjoy your snow-filled durations...