Knock, knock.

Another first today. 'Knock, knock', that's what I heard whilst I was in the Ladies having what the American's call a 'Comfort Break'. It was a very assertive knock and one that had a sense of urgency about it. So I moved at double quick time and came out of the Ladies to find two pupils waiting to see me.  It was not urgent and it could have waited but, well, they thought they''d just make sure I knew they were there. Waiting.  And after that knock, I can confirm that I did indeed know that they were outside, waiting for me, and it wasn't awkward or disconcerting for me in anyway, shape or form, knowing that they were out there waiting for me. No.not at all.?!?!
Apparently there is nowhere to hide anymore.