I got home from work yesterday to find that the cat had chundered up a hairball on my bed. With attendant matter of an unidentified nature. On the bed that had just had clean sheets, and more precisely on my favourite green wool blanket.
It already felt like Friday on a Tuesday, and not in a good way. In the past week and a half I have been sworn at more times than possibly the rest of my life altogether. It goes with the job to a certain extent, but is very wearing after a while.
Thank goodness then that today a rather lovely student is having his 13th birthday and I promised a surprise. He likes cake, so I made him a special one last night.
He is one of those people that enters a room with a smile and is always ready to help. He also has red hair and gets bullied for it. I happen to like red hair, but that's by the by.
He started coming in to us last year at break times to avoid the general melee and he just never stopped coming in for his tea and toast. As a joke I made him a pigeon hole of his own in with ours. It's full every day; of homework, Lego, letters and books.
You should never underestimate the small kindnesses. They outweigh grand gestures ten to one. Just as one smile can wipe out a week of foul language.
