I knew I couldn't stay away!
So, I return to work:
Pupils are lovely asking me if I am better, did I have a nice holiday and saying that they'd missed me (not sure if that's a good thing). So far so good.
Then I go in my classroom.......
I can cope with the fact that my room had been 'borrowed' for a conference and that there are desks and chairs missing. In fact, by the time I had spent half an hour lugging desks up and down corridors to get my room straight I had the most toned arms ever, better than the gym!
But what I can't cope with is that MY MUG IS MISSING!
Husband bought me the mug, it's bright and cheerful, it holds my break duty cup of tea, it holds my 'get me through the day' hot lemon. More than that it says 'Total Babe' on it reminding me that how stressed or miserable I get, husband thinks I'm a babe.
I scoured the staff room, the school kitchens and the sixth form common room, but no mug.
Then, thinking that fifteen pairs of eyes are better than one, I asked my sixth formers to look out for it. They ask me to describe it. After they had finished killing themselves laughing at the words 'total babe' (children can be so cruel) they agreed to keep their eyes peeled.
Perhaps I should just get a new mug?