308. Back at work

It is 8 AM and when the bell goes for the first lesson I want to scream.  They still have the stupid Christmas tune on! It will take them three periods to get the thing back to the stupid cheerful tune we are used to.

That's an awful start. 

I get to the fourth floor (no lift) and open the classroom. I gasp. The temperature must be under 10 degrees Celsius. I feel the cold air going through my lungs and I hesitate to take my coat off. I rush to the radiator below the window. Stone cold. I zip up my coat and wrap my two scarves around my neck. I do not want to sit down the wooden chair is too cold. I am happy my husband made me a flask of hot coffee this morning (the perks of having a husband at home).

I move towards the computer and try to turn it on. It refuses to budge and I think the temperature must have frozen the whole system. No register this morning then. Good day for skiving off school.

There is a cupboard at the back of the room. I have only ever seen it locked but this morning it is opened. Burglary I think but that is just my mind set these days. I look inside but there is nothing interesting: a Spanish dictionary, and old DVD recorder (what on earth is that?), a remote control with a pack of batteries (I seriously consider pinching them) and an old VHS of Adrian Moles' diary. 

I sigh deeply and a voice inside me is telling to just go home and head straight to Africa. I make a mental note to ask the tarot cards if this is a good idea as soon as I get home.

I sit down on my coat on the cold chair and look at my phone. Some funny comments from a colleague having the same experience as me this morning and a picture of Miss Organiser dancing bare feet on a beautiful white sand beach. She is wearing a very short white tree and has a huge crown of white flowers on her head. Is she going native already? Miss Muddy Boots is asking a thousand questions about the midnight visitor and getting annoyed that we are not answering. My son is no doubt still in bed and Baby being bored somewhere in this very building.

Noise outside the door reminds me why I am here, I remember that this is my workplace and so I get up.