One of the other reasons I didn’t go to the conference in the end yesterday was the stacks of marking that had accrued (in part as I had been ill).
Sometimes there is a poetic justice in life and it is worth noticing the good. The marking was quite enjoyable, despite my putting it off most of the weekend and missing a party as well last night. I’m not good at socialising when I’m in a mood. As I often do, I’ve recovered from my marking blues (by getting on with it) to find I infected my husband with feeling down and moody. I always resolve never to get moody again, but I eventually always give in as well.
Must get back to planning – full day tomorrow including morning ‘check to see if my tutees are smoking by the shops’ duty… makes them jump!
jam and giraffes 