I got home from work today and immediately despatched DM to buy eggs, which I’d forgotten to buy on my way home from work. I’m preparing for tomorrow’s maths – it’s ratios and I was told that getting them making non-alcoholic cocktails that they have to change the quantities of the recipe for would be a good way to do it. This worked well because it’s one of my super-dooper team’s birthday so we’re going to make non-alcoholic cocktails and have home-made cake, hence the need for eggs.

DM walked through the door and said “it smells like Christmas in here” – well, that’ll be the cloves, cinnamon and ginger then! Nigella agrees – see above. He then said “is this cake for work?” Yes, but there’ll be plenty left for him! I’m knackered again but am still determined to make this the best week ever. I want them to think of me as an asset that they couldn’t afford to be without so that if, perchance, a job comes up for a newly qualified teacher, then they might, just might, think of me…