Roof Tops

Cycling today, wading through treacle, difficult start, spilt tea, sodden book, upset boys, tired eyes, grumbling stomach, deadlines looming, in pile growing, exams approaching.

...but, look, there's the Sun and all the grief has gone...

Now for that cup of tea, somewhere between builders' and Earl Grey.

Got caught In flagrante delicto by my colleague flipscokid. There must be a name for that - blipfragrante?

This is a picture of the view from my classroom, looking out over the roof of the wing opposite me.