Procrastination

This is a pile of tests that I meant to mark tonight. Instead I chatted to my niece (3), nephew (5) and little sister, then sat and agonised watching the Celtic Rangers game in Diggers, along the road. 3 minutes into injury time, with the score at 1-1 I was reflecting on the futility of spending any time watching this stupid game, placing your happiness at the feet of 11 overpaid strangers when up stepped Venegoor of Hesselhink to nod home the winner. Suddenly it all seemed perfectly sensible!

These tests can wait till tomorrow!