After every lesson observation you have as a teacher, the observer asks you: ‘So what do you think went well?’ I find this the most difficult question in the world as I just want to put my head on the desk and say ‘nothing.’ My Head of Department even brought me to tears once (not intentionally) when he asked me how I was liking my new role and what I thought I brought to the department. I didn’t think I brought anything to the department; I just wanted to do a good job and not have to sell myself and share with anyone about how well I thought I was doing. Give me a compliment and I tend to throw it back in your face. ‘Ooh I like your bag.’ ‘This? It’s about five years old and it was my mum’s first.’ I appreciate your compliment, I really do, I am just not very good at accepting them. So if asked what I like about myself (can I just add that I don’t dislike myself – there is no underlying psychotherapy needed here) my go to answer is: ‘My teeth. I like my teeth.’
We had made it through the opening credits before hearing a yelp from upstairs. My little dude had awoken from his slumber after at least fifteen minutes. I reluctantly went to retrieve him from his cot as I was determined to finish the cuppa I had just made. However as it turned out, he just needed to see a bit of boob before going to sleep – thankfully not mine. He was mesmerised by the weird, but beautiful, red haired witchy fire lady’s boobies, the one who currently resides in Castle Black with Stannis. (Five series in and I know about six of the characters’ names) After her failed attempt to tempt Jon Snow, my boy, in my arms, turned away from the TV and dozed and here we are at night feed number one.