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The Easter holidays are over and now it’s back to my part time job as a primary school teacher, who has foolishly decided to try and look after a nursery class at the same time. The fact that I only have two kids in the class doesn’t make it all that much easier.
I managed to pack a fair amount of learning into the morning, even if it was mainly me learning how to stop my daughter watching Minecraft videos on Youtube and in the afternoon we did another nature walk, this time looking out for different coloured and shaped flowers. It wasn’t quite as much fun as just doing an hour in the middle of the day, but my hour off in the middle of the day was a highlight. I did a really good poo. It’s got to the stage of lockdown where that kind of thing can change your day.
I am having weird dreams (an incredible one tonight where I dreamt a James Bond film that turned out to be extraordinarily violent and Bond was a psychopath who tortured his villains) both awake and asleep. My son had been grabbing at my glasses as usual (he charmingly thinks I am hiding when I am wearing them) and had been a bit rough with them. The next time I looked at them I clearly saw that the lens on one side had a big crack in it. I was surprised he’d managed to exert such force and also a bit upset that my expensive new glasses were broken, but when I tried them on the crack didn’t affect my vision so the glasses still worked. I thought I could live with that.
The next time I looked at my glasses they were totally fine and uncracked. But I had totally seen this massive fault line and point of impact. I am so confused by this that I have to keep checking my glasses to work out whether the crack or the not crack version is the hallucination. Seriously it was as clear as fucking day. The lady in the shop said that the frames were made so they were practically unbreakable. Is it possible that she didn’t tell me that the frames were self-repairing too? I can’t be going that mad can I? I mean, yes, I play myself at snooker every night and clear stones every morning and consider this entertainment for up to 1000 nerds at a time, but if glasses are cracked then they are cracked, aren’t they?
They can’t be uncracked.
Unless I am the new and unknowing Jesus.
