Rochelle its been too long… Two weeks without so much of a bye or leave and then here I am again, ready to tackle the important issues of the day in 100 word form with a beginning, a middle and an end, and all based on the following photograph taken by Marie Gail Stratford. But I don’t have to tell you that, everyone knows that, i’m just reminding myself as its been too long.
So without further ado, i’ll get my comfy slippers on, my smoking jacket and roll up my left trouser leg (it helps) and say to myself.
On My Marks…
Assemblies were quieter.
Since the Chaplain had been caught soliciting in the public toilets (He said he was tying the boys shoes). There was a meeting of all the Clergy and it was decided best if he disappeared for a while.
The virus didn’t obey the new summer freedoms and within a stroke the whole Divinity department was struck down with the new deadly strain; a 100% annihilation. Some staff said they had it coming.
Only the caretaker remained, persisting alone in the tiny cottage in the grounds, venturing out only to let the masked developers in with their Mechanical Excavators.
There we go, 100 words on the death and rebirth of a school in the time of the virus and paedophiles.