He looked up at the clock. We all followed his gaze. The second hand moved slowly, inching towards the hour. He took a breath and then...
"The time is, up, pens down please."
Those magic words. freedom. the start of summer.
We all looked around at each other grinning, stretching, trying to keep quiet as they collected the papers in.
"you're free to go!", the babble of talk, of question analysis (why do people insist on doing this?) the giggles. We opened the doors, glorying in no work for a few months, excited by summer...and were met by, you guessed it, rain. How perfectly British.
I'm excited to be back friends. Thank you for your words of encouragement over the last few weeks. The break has been good for me, but oh have I missed this little space of mine!