First days back at school are charcterised by the pervading sense of wanting to be somewhere else.

You've forgotten half the kids' names, the lesson you planned three weeks ago and where your first class is. They've forgotten their homework, how to behave and the fact that you're a teacher, twenty two years old and so fall into the category of 'people not to flirt with'. I'm not even that pretty.

It might have been my imagination but I'm sure my pupils have aged a helluva lot over the Easter holidays, mind you, between them they've age some 250 odd weeks - the best part of five years. Or maybe they've just had haircuts.

Award for the most peculiar statement/question of the day goes to the girl who asked me: 'Have you grown sir? I'm sure you look taller'

O! To be back in school.