So, got up, ate porridge, corralled angry small menace into school uniform (disappointment at having to go to school dressed as schoolgirl, not Katherine Parr, due to Ofsted swooping in and causing cancellation of World Book Day), set new world record for the biggest ever literacy lesson with 288 children at KES Juniors and Combe Down Primary in Bath. Just your average Thursday really.
See how I affect such nonchalance. I practically radiate boredom, having practiced ceaselessly since the age of thirteen as cover-up for my usually overexcited idiotic self. Because fact is, am still utterly overexcited and idiotic about it. Could barely sleep the night before and several days after. I was in national press, I got free school lunch (beef stroganoff, no salt), I met the Mayor and got to touch his totally bling gold necklace.
I mean, I know it wasn’t synchronized tap dancing for twenty-two hours solid around BBC Television Centre, or long distance hurdling, or eating as many Dairylea Triangles as you can in one minute. And Guinness still have to verify that we clicked everyone in and out on those little machine things and didn’t try to sneak children in twice. But still, I’m pretty proud. It’s the closest I will ever get to Usain Bolt after all.