I have an unfortunate habit of falling over. In fact it has become something of a reputation with my pupils. On a camp with the year nines last year I had two comical falls and once again I lived up to my billing by sliding on an icey patch of snow yesterday.

In attendance were a number of year eleven boys so I got a predictable chorus of 'she fell over'. I gave them a wave of acknowledgement.

Since then it's amazing how many pupils have come up to me and said they saw me fall. I was sure only a handful of them were in sight, but if you add everyone up who claims they were spectators to it you'd have to conclude that half the school was there.

One of my year nines says she'd seen me walking along and had said to a friend that it'd be funny if I slipped, moments later I made her day by fulfilling the prophecy. I think she must have put a jinx on me.

I was telling one of the pupils who'd seen me falling over before about it and they greatly enjoyed the anecdote. They'd only seen me have a pathetic little stumble into a ditch, this time it was a full-on, cliched, feet in the air, crashing down on your arse affair. It bloody hurt too, not least my pride.

I'm nothing if not entertaining.