It took me something approaching an hour to raise myself from slumber this morning. It is icy outside, but that’s not the reason for my prolonged stay beneath the covers. The reason was that this is the day that I return to work.
Lucky teachers, I hear you say. Yes, lucky us.
Yet, I have spent the last two weeks spending and not earning because my situation as a supply teacher means that I only get paid fort when I am there. It’s similar to being a stevedore.
My voyage, this morning, will not take me to the freezing expanse of water in the North Atlantic. I will be travelling across the bridge to the side they call the North Lincolnshire where people are few and fields are many.
Message to Self: