In My Pigeon Hole

I don't even know why we still have pigeon holes. Anyway my colleagues and I divide into thinking this is a lovely gesture (1) or a derisory gesture (the rest of us). I don't know how she copes.

End of term. Phew. Lovely evening round the fire in the garden with PJ, Cat and Ella and now my hair smells of woodsmoke.

And looking at my calendar, I appear to have plans every weekend until the middle of June.....