It’s officially “suicide day” today – the day when we feel at our lowest ebb. It’s horrid weather. There is never-ending darkness. Our New Year resolutions have all gone to pot. We’re broke post-Christmas and it feels as though there is a long time until things perk up.

Shove on top of that exhaustion - on a Monday night that’s never going to be good. I have a feeling that I may never actually crack this teaching lark and a certain knowledge that what happens in the next four weeks could break me.

My bubbles, although not yet burst, are increasingly fragile, however colourful. I’m not, by any means, chucking in the towel in any sense of the word but I am at a low ebb and really badly need a boost to help me to keep fighting.