Let me get my duster out

I’m still here.

With the arrival of Dr Bowman, we seem to have a much more relaxed lord-of-the-manor than we’ve had in quite some time. While Colonel Blimp had his good points, he was clearly a rather angry person who had been made to stay for an extra year. There were apparently domestic problems as well, with Mistress Blimp having an ulterior motive.

The Screeching Blimpette has also gone and with two empty desks, the office is mostly quiet. After years of loud Americans, it feels as if something is missing. Oh, that’s not to say we don’t have a bit of a laugh at times and can chat freely without worrying whether the Leprechaun might be in a stroppy mood, but some life has gone out of the place.

We’re on our last two years of the IB programme, which does give the place an end-of-days feel to it. It’s also certain that the Sluggard will be leaving at the end of this year, and Lincoln Green is strongly inclining to depart.

I myself don’t know whether I want to try and find a new post at a new school so that I can continue teaching English B or whether I may as well remain here for another five years, teaching a hybrid EFL course which will be adorned with a small fig leaf of legitimacy. Here I’m somebody, but if I go somewhere else, I’d be a minor nobody again and would probably regret the loss of status.