I give the head a view of my hand

19/06/2008 by April First.

It just goes on and on, and I really don’t know how much more I can take.   The head came to school again - that is three days running - and this time asked me to go into the Deputy Head’s office (his continuing to be “out of action”).

Carefully walking around the flowers from the garage that were still on my desk (and now looking a little tired and wan) I trotted along behind him and once in the room sat on the edge of the chair,  waiting for him to speak.

He cleared his throat.

“I have had a report from a set of ICT experts,” he said, “and it appears my apologies were out of place.   The comment about myself on the school web site was written by yourself and your colleagues.”

I said nothing.

“I think we should stop this at once.  You deliberately allowed me to make a fool of myself  by apologising, and quite frankly I expect your resignation, immediately.”

I said nothing.

“If you have nothing to say,” he said, “we shall stop this meeting now.”

I said, “In the matter of my leaving the school, do we also take into account Saturday lunchtime at the Toppled Bollard?”

He looked curious.  “What do you mean?” he asked.  (At least he did not say, ‘I have no idea what you are talking about’ as they say on TV.)

I told him that there was an incident at the Toppled Bollard on Saturday at lunchtime, and that he was part of the incident, and that I was there.

He looked at me.  I looked down in a demure manner most becoming of an administrator who has just been sacked (again) by her top boss and in reply has told him that there is more to this than meets the eye.

After a moment he said that it might be better if we postponed the meeting for a while, and during that time would I “get those ruddy flowers off my desk?”

I returned to the office and told Janice (and Havoc-Blythe who, inevitably, was there within seconds) all about the events.   The consensus was that I had “done good”.

Nothing more was said and the day passed quietly.  However there was a curious note  at home when I arrived which said that if I wished to have a more exciting life I should put this postcard in my front window and leave it on display for 24 hours.

I took the card round to Janice’s house, and we contemplated it for some time, before deciding to do nothing - at least for the moment.  Between us we were completely unable to come up with any clear thoughts on what the head was going to do next, and so were unable to plan any strategy.   But we both knew I had now given the head an idea of the main card I held - although he still didn’t know that Janice had been opposite the Bollard during the incident, nor how much we had seen.

Before Janice left I asked her if she had done any work at school today.  She said “no”.  She asked me if I had.  I said “no”.   It is strange how events can make the time pass.

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