I don't like cheese

I have two of these mugs, both bought for me by colleagues. One is at home, one is at work. Says a lot about what I will be remembered for...
"here lies hebs, finally had enough of crunching those numbers. She has gone to haunt Gove and his cronies"
Anyway, back to the title.
Whilst stood, freezing my nips off on break duty today, clutching the spreadsheets mug as my only source of warmth, a group of little year seven girls came over and said "what's it say on your mug, miss?"
So I told them, to which one of their number said "oh, I don't like cheese".
All of her friends, and me, looked at each other, shook our heads and parted ways. Very surreal
Have done loads of little faffy jobs today and tonight I am going to sit and read 25 pupil reports which I am sure are going to be absolutely fine but policy ( my policy, dammit) says they have to be randomly sampled. Dur.
Oh yeah, and I have more data to check........