. . . and I have been up for ages with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach after a restless night. Why? I have a morning of supply and don't know what the planning is, that's why. It is stupid because I know the teacher will have left more than adequate planning for me and that I am more than capable of delivering what is required but . . . well, I wouldn't make much of a professional supply teacher, would I? Maybe they harden to it after a while.
Anyway - it will be fun, I am sure, and I do love Y1.
In the end, Beth and Alex couldn't come round yesterday so I had a quiet and peaceful day on my own. I did some baking and some soup making, making good use of Thermione, and then I sorted out the ironing basket which is now ready for the next load. At some point the sun came out, which was cheering.
I managed to forget my minor worries after my early start by dealing with the sourdough and making a couple of crumpets with the discard. They will be nice for breakfast tomorrow, I think, with peanut butter, maybe, or marmalade.
After the morning's supply, it is Knitter Knatter Club which will be great fun. After that I shall be sorting out homework for FS and hearing some readers before coming home and collapsing in a huddle, I suspect. However did I manage it day in, day out, for so many years? I must be getting old.
Well, I do have to be outdoor ready earlier than usual so I had better bring this to a close and go up for my bath. Have a great day, one and all.