Dragonfly flex

The five year plan referred to in my last blog – i.e. my intention to survive January – is going well. It may be time to note some wins before tripping over February’s Groundhog Day and repeating my January pity party. Firstly a shout out to all of us without webbed feet who have survived…

Getting shirty

My A Level students seem intent on kicking me out of my literary crenellations, ignoring my shameless plugging of 18th and 19th Century classics and steering us towards a vortex of science fiction prose as a federation shuttlecraft from which to launch their coursework. Selfish. I blame the pandemic. A gothic castle or a cloistered…

Stepping back

The clocks go forward this weekend and although I probably should ‘lean in’, as I limp into the Easter holidays I am in reflective mode; I have decided to take a step back to count my blessings and to get a different perspective. I had accredited the need to take my foot off the throttle…