In a Sentimental Mood

I feel like a Tory MP with all the false promises I have made in this blog, regarding upping the frequency of them that is. Bit of a relief that, unlike jobs in the public sector & funding for education, the amount of blogs I upload is completely unimportant.
Besides, I have been pretty busy and this is still relatively quick on the back of the other. Currently I have some kinda illness, but definitely descending from the highest plateau of the malady now so there's no cause for concern/joy. Does have me feeling like complete shit still though, but that's only somatic...continuing to settle in here and mentally I feel quite content or whatever.
Not much to tell of from school really. Think I'm improving as a teacher but the jury is clearly still out amongst the children, was told in one ear today "You are a beautiful teacher", whilst in the other a kid whispered "You have two heads", so conflicting views. Also had a brilliant, very informative conversation with a little girl about shit the other day. Don't mean 'shit' as in 'things' there, but physical shit....anyway I took down a transcript at the time cos I thought it was great, so here it is:
"Joshua, what is the caca en Ingles?"
"Poo"
"Can I tell you about the poo?"
"Yeah...." (I must add that I only said yes because I assumed she wasn't actually gonna tell me about shit)
"The poo is one thing that is brown and soft and if you eat grass it is green and brown and if you are sick it is yellow and it comes out of your anus and...."
....at the mention of anus ("ah-noose") I had to stop her, although not before her friend intervened with "or Rectum!". If I ever see any of them eating grass, I'm not gonna stick around to see what happens next that's for sure. Such a strange dichotomy in these upper-class kids, this is a girl who had told me in the previous lesson that she likes to play Beethoven, but she also loves a crack concerning shit (that pun was completely unintentional, obviously I would never say anything so crude intentionally as my friends know well).
On Friday there was a staff party, at which a co-worker and myself got really drunk and leeched on the female staff before stealing the leftover alcohol at the end.....I like to think we set out our stall for the year to come. Weren't too embarrassing (of what I remember) though and now it seems easier to converse at school, so probably a good thing.
Not much happened at the weekend apart from that, sat in and watched a ridiculous amount of football as per usual (love for Falcao is growing week by week and I fear his lawyer might have a job on his hands sometime soon). Here I kinda intended to take what would be an unusual move for someone as narcissistic as myself and talk about something other than my own life for a change, although only to indulge myself in complaining about the current racism storm and the FA being comprised of a bunch of pathetic sycophants....but right now I don't feel much like going into it. I do think it's important that people as unimportant as myself talk about it though, Jamie Redknapp's advising that it is best we stop talking about it now is complete bollocks. If injustices aren't talked about then they heighten in their severity and regularity and so Jamie should be ignored even more than he usually is.
Signing out here, stuff to do before wasting yet another night watching football....hopefully see Franco's boys Pepe, Ronaldo and co. beaten in Germany tonight.