I really, really, really hate parent’s evening. A three hour marathon of either indignant  and misplaced pride, or total and absolute apathy, served up in our freezing school hall, seated on crippling plastic chairs. Agony, in every respect.

But what I hate the most is those parents who think that they are too important to come and see me for the allotted (and unutterably dull) 20 minutes they’re supposed to. No, instead they have other more important engagements and of course I’ll work around them because I don’t have anything else to do.

This year it was the turn of sulky Sally’s parents. I believe Mrs Sally couldn’t come on Tuesday like everyone else because she, and I quote, ‘had to go to PC World’ on Tuesday evening. Anyway, I kindly gave them a slot at 4.30pm after school on Thursday, thinking i’d be done by five at the latest. Not so, oh no, at 5.30pm when the cleaners came into empty the bins and hoover I was still locked in a  debate with Mr Sally about his daughter’s inability to write about poetry, or perhaps it was my inability to teach it. I remain unclear as I zoned out at 5.45pm, coming back to earth around 6ish to discover, happily, that they were finally leaving. I think Homebase was about to close or something.

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