The famous five go back to School

It's real Enid Blyton stuff. Me, Jess, Beth, Jan and Amy all went to school for our first day today. Amy started school on her third birthday, bless her. We haven't told her that though. We are celebrating her birthday on Saturday! What rotters, I hear you cry, but let me explain.

We are all pretty whacked as I have a new role. I have taken on the position of second in charge behind my more experienced colleague, Iain. In truth we are not in charge at all as the school's owner, Duncan, can overturn and reverse any decisions we make...but we like to think we are in charge. Together with one of the Infant school teachers, Clair, we form the Senior Management Team for a school of 18 teachers, most of whom are alot older than us. We are the keen young blood and getting the staff to bend to our new fangled ways has been the cause of our late nights and exhaustion. We have worked very hard over the last week to make today run smoothly and, indeed, it was a real success. The pupils have certainly gone home with a few things to think about as we try to erradicate the youth club atmosphere that had set in with the rot. The teachers are beginning to wake up to the cause and the mañana attitude is slowly being 'excited' out of them. We have our sceptics, but sceptics I can cope with for a bit of extra money!

Jan is working as the school's English typist in the afternoons. Hurray, more money! Amy, Jess and Beth all get free schooling, which is great, and if Iain, Clair and I get it right (and if Duncan doesn't overturn all our ideas!) we think the children will be rightly proud of the new image of our school. I could go on, but I'd probably bore you, so I won't. No more need be said than we are all well, mostly contented (Jan is getting a slightly raw deal with my new hours) and are all looking forward to a weekend of well deserved rest, birthday and wedding aniversary celebrations. 16 years tomorrow, if I'm not mistaken. Unfortunately this will take second place over my 'A' level course that I must plan tomorrow morning before I see the students at ten!

Love to all, Romeo (you know, the 'wherefore art thou' chappie).