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After a week back at school, the short break in Yorkshire seems such a long time ago. A week of marking and the holiday becomes a distant memory. This weekend I have a pile of reports to write as well, but at least the sun is shining so spring must be on its way.
Poor old Mike Malone has been pushed to one side until summer holidays when I will once again be able to give him my undivided attention. What it is to be beholden to two men, thankfully my husband is less demanding.