Note from the pub

Decompressing after another day, the brightness of the sun tricking me into a buying a beer. The LED sign on the bar is telling me it was served at 2.9oC which is about the ambient temperature of the pub also. Summer is being a delicious flirt this year, teasing us with snatches of sun, showing us the light but making wait with throbbing hearts for the heat, slowly sliding up winters skirt before making us wait for her to roll down spring’s stockings.

My work days are not long but can be hard, today I have been spat at, headbutted and kicked in the shin; I have watched while, one child’s nose ran into his waiting mouth, another consumed fistfuls of sand and wash it down with soapy water and another cower away from my touch just because I was new. It’s hard but could be harder because I have also been giggled at, hugged, and as I was leaving, had my hand kissed. I think to enjoy the job I have all I have to do is love the kids and fortunately, despite the random violence and general grossness, they don’t make that part difficult at all.