During my free this morning I got a phone call from the lady at the school in charge of exams and cover. I was wary that i was about to get a last minute cover lesson so rather cautiously said 'hello'. Fortunately it was nothing of the sort. Apparently some coursework had been sent to our school when it should have gone to a completely different which happens to be the school I live near and in fact used to attend as a pupil. My job was to take the coursework to them. I of course agreed to do so as it would be nice to take a look around again.
On my way there I swear I drove past a girl I'd taught on a teaching practice at another unrelated school. I was tempted to parp my horn at her but seeing as the practice was a couple of years ago so she might not recognise me, or might have been a different girl entirely, I thought better of it. Otherwise I'd have just been some creep beeping his horn at Catholic school girls.
You'd have thoguht the coincidences for the day were over but I then saw my parents at a roundabout, who were probably confused why I was driving along that particular road at that particular time as it isn't the conventional route from my school to my house.
I successfully dropped off the coursework, though disappointingly didn't bump into any of my old teachers.
It was a thoroughly surreal afternoon.
