I had walked most of the way home today when I stopped. Babble CDs playing in my ear, unworn hoodie (not huggable, sorry Andy) swaying about my shoulders in the sun, I suddenly realised I was missing something. What’s that? Oh yeah, my bag. I retraced my steps quickly thinking it would really be a good idea to find it, if I had put it down on the street somewhere, before 3.25 when the hordes of kids come out. As it happens, I traced my steps all the way back to the science classroom and there it was.
Dominic, you’re getting old… said Ms Saleem, helpfully.
I also realise today I haven’t actually blogged about the Doctor Who finale last Saturday but, after watching it again today, I can safely say how amazing and emotional it was. Daleks! Cybermen! “This is not war, this is pest control!” But the most touching moment must surely be The Doctor and Rose up against the wall in each universe, separated, forever. Well it makes the child inside me swell up emotionally anyway 
Katie’s Induction Day into QPCS is tomorrow. One piece of advice for secondary school? Whatever you do, don’t do anything insanely stupid like blog at nearly 2 in the morning instead of going to sleep. Oh and on the topic of school – would anyone like me to publish my gently jibing essay, Sexual Prudishness in the Humanities Department? If the readers demand…
Commenting at 3.50am is farrrrrrr better for your education, Dom. Not that I have one anymore.
You’re getting a common problem Dom, known as "Josie-itis". You begin to lose stuff, including cutlery and lots of deoderent, and often end up in a confused state.
(Just kidding, Jows
)
Andy she didn’t lose it, it was stolen.
STOLEN I tell you.
I dig, I dig.
My bad.
the cutlery was stolen. and wll for the deodrant i might have lost that cus i like found it all today
Induction day was fan, and Dom, to me you’ll always be old.