Meet the teacher

Poor Isaac. We met with Ridley students last night, and two of my lecturers were there too. It took him a while to work it out, but eventually he asked "are you Daddy's teacher then?". Isaac couldn't cope with the fact that Daddy was not only spending social time with his teachers, but actually getting on quite well and laughing and joking with them at the same time. Apparently you are not meant to like your teachers and are to run home as swiftly as possible at the end of school to minimise the contact time. I'll make a note of that.

In another conversation I put my foot in it - spent a good 20 minutes talking to somebody before asking him if the bank work he had just mentioned was a summer job and how he managed to mix it with his college commitments. At which point his wife stepped in, pointing out that she was the ordinand, not he. Suddenly much of the preceding 20 minutes made sense. Must remember that I have to adjust back to a world where ladies are the norm rather than the exception.....and then help them in their campaign to get clerical shirts that aren't just men's shirts in pink and yellow!