When all your friends are gearing up to go back to work and you're not. I felt like whooping for joy and skipping round the kitchen this morning. Mind you subconsciously my body clock must realise it's THAT time of year because I've had a succession of 'school dreams.' You know the type I mean: everything out of control, you don't know what you're doing, kids are running riot. Last night I had two, in the second one I was arguing with a former head I worked for about the size of rulers he was proposing to order! Bizarre.