Gilly Flower

before I step onto a UK-bound plane. I'm not remotely organised or ready for this trip, and feel cheated of the usual anticipation due to the gruelling workload circumstances have conspired to burden me with in these last few weeks.

Thank goodness there's only one more full week of term left. For me that is. For everyone else there are two weeks, but because my flight was booked before my colleague upped and left for a fulltime position at the town's rival private school, I'm excused working those final two days. Days I don't work in the normal scheme of things.

My life

My brain's a buzzing bedlam of
ideas, thoughts, items to remember,
a never-ending 'to do' list
that if i was clever
and smart
and more organised
i would write down

instead the constant,
creamy flow
of words
and thoughts
jostle and jiggle
through my mind
and only slither
and slide to
a halt when
i sleep

Not quite true because lists litter my desk and are constantly being updated. Whether I can tick off all the items in the next nine days remains to be seen. I can but try.

I can tick off one though. I've managed a blog entry for the first time in over a week. And I've also manged to avoid those P & M words, and I bet some of you thought I wouldn't!