Diary of a school Administrator

Read the diary from the start [1] Diary of a School Administrator, April 8

The weekend - 19th&20th April

Saturday There are now five toxic boxes in my garden.  I walked along the road to check, but no one else is suffering from this infestation.   I called the police but they were out. 

Janice arrived as promised.  Having visited the fancy dress shop she was all dressed for the occasion and with a spare outfit for me, and armed with shoulder bags and note books we set out on our new lives as Wardens of the Traffic.   Within minutes five cars had screeched away for the residents only parking bays, three immediately hitting passing traffic and causing damage far in excess of any parking ticket we might have dished out had we had the legal authority to do so.  As the spaces were vacated so other cars pulled in, saw us, and pulled out again, in one case colliding with a truck that was just pulling away after a shunt with one of the earlier illegal parkers.  We stood and watched.Then, just as we were going to move on for a coffee in Costa, a man double parked, left his car and approached us, offering us each a significant fee in return for a resident’s permit.  Sensing I was about to confess all Janice wrote a dispensation note, including an invented authorisation number, warden designation and area code, and told him to stick it on his screen.   Then, to complete the routine she said her supervisor would be along in about an hour, and he really ought to be gone by then.   He looked so grateful it seemed rather sad.  But it paid for the coffees.  And some. 

Sunday  Yesterday evening’s quiz night was particular fun and my idea that we take the toxic waste into the Toppled Bollard went down very well I thought.   Dr Havoc Blythe put in an appearance claiming that he had been trapped on an Arctic ice flow these past week.  It seemed fair enough – especially as he was the only one who knew where Lady Jane Grey was killed and so got us three bonus points.   I got the name of the drummer of Status Quo which I thought was rather clever.The heckling of Sara by the Reunited team was particularly amusing.   On asking us for the capital of Outer Mongolia Sara gave us the answer (

Ulan Bator) as well as the question before claiming that we were all wrong and it was in fact “Dogeville”.  Of such moments are Saturday nights made.

Discovered that my tumble drier is not working.   School tomorrow.   Janice called to say that we will receive notification that we are going to have an Ofsted inspection at the end of the week.  How does you know all this inside stuff?