So, of course, I’m alternating between frenetic batches of marking and attempts to write. And fruitless attempts to sleep because there are kids who are sick and not sleeping. So pardon me if all that’s running through my mind are snippets from that wonderfully opium-fantastical Jabberwocky:
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.