The boy and I are trying to book a holiday.

Normally I’m more of a see all the world and run about eating your way through various countries kind of girl… but I must be honest, this year I’m so bloody shattered that I think I might prefer to just sit and drink cocktails in an all inclusive resort with a beach.

 But then there is the concern that you might be forced to make friends with people called Millie and Dave and then you might have to do stuff, and avoid them in the restaurant and explain why you don’t like water….

…and then I might as well be at school!

I know that I should be marking the tests my 6th form boys just did on the *executives dominance of parliament*… but there are so many better things to do… like blogging, eating chocolate and thinking about my new gold shoes…

Could I get away with them in the classroom? How badly would the stiletto’s hurt? Would they really go with school ma’am chic…?? and most importantly…. when will the bell go? I have a kitten and a boy waiting for love, affection and curry after all!