Up at five this morning and then a two hour commute into work. Suddenly developed splitting headache at 10.43 that I know will not let up.

I only have one class today but they are at the end of the day when all that will be left will be absolute fatigue and the hope that they are completely silent and offer no resistance to learning as i am liable to be at best, short tempered.

Unfair.

On them.

Here we see that possibilities open to us all if we would only get up off the floor.

My father had a pet parrot called Peter who would crap all over the kitchen and learnt swear words and this was all part of his charm. Have a paying lodger that would do the same would you?

We had two notable lodgers in my house as a child. The first among them was Tony who my parents dubbed 'Powder Boy' because of the amount of talc he left all over the bathroom. He was bearded and used pounds of butter on the meals that he ate and I have to say that I disliked him intensely.

The second was called Alan and was a university student. He had a folder that he put his notes in that was covered in photographs. One of these 'snaps' was of him wearing nothing but a straw hat. I didn't like him much either.

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My new job at one of the top schools in the country began yesterday - all seems to be very good. A well oiled machine that runs smoothly. That starts in cold mornings and moves faultlessly through the gears.

However, there may be, if you listen closely, if you close your eyes and let the murmur of overheard conversations wash over you, there may be an unexplainable high pitched noise - yes - there is - and its so faint - yet it is constant. Like slight feedback from a badly wired amp.

The dogs are quiet; the horses stamp and whine; the winds whips up the leaves and I check my watch again and again. What this place is missing is pupils . I hope that perhaps they will silence the drone.

This could all be wrong of course. It could all be my nerves talking. But there is tension here. A television headache. It could be mine. Who knows?

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