A touch of the pfffs

That could have been better. I don't know why it wasn't; perhaps I was tired but something didn't quite spark up, and there was too much drink going around the group - helped the vibe, hindered their focus. I did the best I could under the circumstances but pfff. Chum had created all these hand-outs from the old school we used to run. She had done loads of work. I asked her why. She laughed and said, 'Because I think I bullied you into this. I don't think you really want to do it. I think you are doing it for me.' She's right, I am doing it for her, not because she bullied me but because she's a great friend. Anyway, next week it is done.

I annoy myself. I can be a better teacher than this.

Pfff.