The End Is Nigh

During a Rare Weekend Away I meet R for the first time in too many years and he reminds me that I have not written anything in The Diary for a long time. Somewhat shocked to realise that almost the entirety of the academic year has in fact passed since last putting fingers to keyboard and resolve to Do Better. Decide to write something about the often hilarious antics of an end of the school year and immediately regret doing so when looking at various To Do lists and inordinate number of emails sitting unread, unanswered and, let’s be brutally honest, unloved in the inbox.

This morning then, with five and a half weeks to go, it is decided that we should have A Meeting to draw all the upcoming events and leadership commitments into a timeline. S is kindly volunteered to scribe and draws extensive timeline on whiteboard. As we prepare to leave, J immediately wipes contents of whiteboard in preparation for next meeting. Feel certain this is A Metaphor, but reflect (quite smugly, it has to be admitted) that prior to deletion, whiteboard contents largely reflected contents of own electronic calendar and that (for once) I Know What I Am Doing. Nevertheless, remaining five and a half weeks loom like rather unsightly ogre with unpleasant glint in the eye and a t-shirt reading ‘The End Is Nigh (and not in a good way)’.