And, Repeat...

A dull day, the weather was atrocious, I marked, the kids and Marc stared at screens. I've spent another happy half an hour with the torch in a dark room.

How will the next term be, I wonder. I've come to terms with the fact that a feeling of mild panic is utterly normal on the last day of the holidays. My blip journal has helped so much with that. I do hope we don't lose it. I've pledged, and I think I might do more.