Dog-tired

Bailey and I are both worn out tonight. Other than running off with my sock, he has been quite settled this evening and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. I think it is partly the knowledge that we don't have any kids in tomorrow so it feels like the term's done with, even though we have a day's 'training' tomorrow. I've just about manage to potter around, getting things ready pre-packing tomorrow night. 

(And - finally - our Ofsted judgment has been announced - we're pleased to be declared 'good' in all but the Sixth Form; it would have been even better if we had been able to celebrate it 2 weeks ago!)