I got ‘the phone call’ today. I was in full swing teaching year 9 when I see William’s school’s phoning me. Uh oh.
Yup. William’s vommed across the playground.
In quick succession, I had the following thoughts:
Fuck I wish my parents lived nearby.
What the hell can I set for cover?
Oh god He’s going to have to be off school for the next TWO DAYS
And then I thought of him all soppy and sad and sitting in school reception waiting for me and in a flurry of photocopying and begging gorgeous friends to cover my lessons for me, I made a dash for it.