I was miserable, I was gloomy, I was sad, sad, sad. But now I have just one (count it, one) two-hour class left to deliver before my Christmas break, and I am skipping about and singing.

The last thing I did this weekend, in two days full of teaching, was attend an antenatal class reunion. The parents were lovely, the babies were lovely, but loveliest of all was driving home singing along to Christmas songs on the radio and admiring everyone’s lights and decorations. I loved one string of coloured bulbs, arrayed along the front of a pub, so much that I stopped my car to take a pic. Unfortunately I forgot to balance the camera on my car roof, so the resulting shot is hideously blurry. Never mind.