“It was a lark at first—really it was a lark, Gale, for all your long face! And I’ve made pots of money by it. But I’m sick to death of the whole thing—want to get my fingers on realities for a change.4,321 more words
These are the thoughts of a slightly rambling, thirty-something (…..& counting) teacher from a little town in the North of England. My world for about nine months of the year involves looking after (….& hopefully teaching and inspiring) 30 little monsters between the hours of 9-3pm.