This is just a whine, so feel free to ignore me, but... For three months, we've been in the surreal situation of sitting at home trying to provide children we don't see with an education. We've had panics, we've had confusion, we've had good decisions made by management, we've had confusing ones. Everyone is trying their best but now the temperature is through the roof, I've got the worst hay fever I've had in years, and every day has become a battle to stay focused. How can I get up in the morning, drive to work and never be late, but I'm staggering into the sitting room unwashed and unprepared for my day? Perhaps I should get up at my normal time, drive round the block and then start? Why am I so sleepy all the damned time. I've tried everything. Fresh air, coffee, exercise. I just want to sleep.... Why am I praying for rain. Not just a summer shower, but a Noah style deluge? So I can dance around in it like Andy DuFrane? Why is it that the most exciting classroom experience of my past month has been a Bee landing on my keyboard? Why do I feel like Charlton Heston in the original Omega Man? (Not the awful Will Smith remake. Don't get me wrong, I like Will Smith, but ... and there I go again. Why did they do a remake of the Omega Man with Will Smith, but not a remake of say 'El Cid'? I think a fly just buzzed through my head. In one ear, out the other. I'd love that feeling of someone stepping over my grave. But everyone is indoors. I'm not bored, because I have too much to do. Or stare at. Too much to look at and think - that would normally take ten minutes but I think I might need a week or so. Jump leads. I need jump leads. Or to bathe in the blood of PGCE students with their innocence and enthusiasm. And zoom calls - what do my colleagues do? Neck espressos or just snort coke, because they seem as full of beans as ever? I sit there looking like a slow motion picture of cousin IT, wondering if my bladder will hold out to the end of the call. Or whether I'll just pitch face first onto the keyboard and start snoring loudly. Where's my bloody mojo gone?