This image suggests a lovely bucolic scene in which I am fully participating. Not so. It’s a lovely bucolic scene alright but I am not participating in it at all. Just out of camera shot is the Mundano, which I insisted was brought to a halt so I could quickly leap out and get a pic so that I had SOMETHING for today.We were dashing to the supermarket at the time.

The truth is I have been sat planning for almost all day, apart from a short siesta mid-afternoon. This coming week is critical to me. It’s my moderation, where a bunch of tutors and teachers judge my ability to teach through the contents of my monstrous folders, now weighing a tonne and bulging with what will soon be waste paper, one way or another.

It’d be lovely to report a day at the Meadow Fair or even mooching around the garden but that’s not the life I lead at the moment. In only 20 working days I will finish the course. I’ll be jobless though and that’s the terrible thing. All of the blood, sweat, tears and heartache have not, so far, revealed even the glimmer of a real job where I can get a pay check at the end of each month.

Still, on the bright side, there is enough work for me to do in the house, which has been neglected for so long, to keep me busy for a year. Perhaps that’s the reward for learning to teach and the additional £12,500ish on my student loan that I’ll have to pay back whether or not I ever get a job in teaching. I know I sound weary – perhaps it’s the tiredness or perhaps I am truly just jaded.