Daisy

To sir, with love.....

There are a few rules in our staff room which no-one ever questions. Everyone has a special place to sit and only talks to certain people. There are sulks and tantrums if someone uses someone elses 'worlds best dad' mug in ignorance.

So, at break I was sipping my murky coffee (out of a life begins at 40 mug - oops) and nibbling my toast, minding my own business and chatting to a geography teacher about whether I could ethically get away with doing a lesson about 'Posh and Becks' when someone sat down next to me.

I twizzled round to find the very good looking physics teacher who I had drunkenly snogged on the staff night out blushing furiously and asking me if I'd had a good holiday... and it wasn't his seat.

I almost inhaled my toast.... so tongue tied was I that I blushed furiously back at him, and eventually managed to ask him whether he thought I could get away with doing a history lesson about the Beckhams. He was very reassuring on the matter, and then he stayed, for 15 minutes.... even though the staff room was packed with beady eyed teachers and I mainly just stared at him.

Taking this as a good sign, I may have slipped my phone nmber into his pigeon hole as I headed home.

Ooooh - being a teacher is so much more fun than being a pupil. Well, it would be if I had only planned my lessons for tomorrow....

Naughty Miss Flower.

5.1.05 19:50