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In my case, it came well over a decade too late, but I've just seen an article in the BBC news saying that my old school caught fire yesterday evening. It came as quite a shock, as this school has always been a model of sedate dullness. Fortunately I have a watertight alibi...
This is the second time this has happened - when I was doing some hourly teaching work a long way from home, and had to get up at 5:30 to get there on time, I repeatedly voiced the wish that the place would catch fire... only to turn up, on time, and find out that it had. I think I will have to start wishing for something a bit less drastic to stop my lessons happening. Heavy snow, perhaps? Or unavoidable maintenance work? Something a bit less dangerous, anyway.
Turning to more pleasant news - and now, an owl that rides a bicycle.
And won't somebody please think of the cephalopods?
This is the second time this has happened - when I was doing some hourly teaching work a long way from home, and had to get up at 5:30 to get there on time, I repeatedly voiced the wish that the place would catch fire... only to turn up, on time, and find out that it had. I think I will have to start wishing for something a bit less drastic to stop my lessons happening. Heavy snow, perhaps? Or unavoidable maintenance work? Something a bit less dangerous, anyway.
Turning to more pleasant news - and now, an owl that rides a bicycle.
And won't somebody please think of the cephalopods?
