Broken Wings

My apologies to anyone prone to earworms who is now singing the 80's power ballad of the same title. I am, and no doubt will be all evening now!

I went upstairs this afternoon, vaguely wondering what to blip, when I found a dead dragonfly on the floor outside the children's rooms. I suspect, by where it was left, that Jasper had brought it in, but it was dried out so I think he must have found it already dead. I have spared you the torn off head bit. Pretty wings though, eh?


New students, old students, all lovely, so good to be back in the swing again. Bit tired though, it's always a shock to the system...