We had a meeting. We were told that one of our new kids had a medical condition that required prompt medical attention. If he displayed warning signs we were to contact a first aider. Our school nurse was made redundant, an unpopular move. I asked "Who actually are out first aiders now?" Four pairs of beady SMT eyes glared at me as if I had accused them of bumping the nurse off and hiding her body. A room that has had various functions has been tarted up as an SMT lounge. One of its functions used to be as an exam room for children requiring readers or EAL assistance. During this meeting I asked where these children would take their exams (in two weeks) as there wasn't a large enough room left. More glaring. The lift has packed up. There is no money to repair it. It doesn't matter apparently because we have no physically disabled children. We do however have two members of staff who have had recent orthopaedic operations and who work upstairs. I asked what arrangements there were for them (enlightened self interest as my arthritic knee is giving me periodic gip). Am I intending to pickpickpick for the whole meeting? And then my final piece de resistance, a Freudian slip of hideous proportions: we have an acting HT (not a very good act if you ask me). The interviews for the job are coming up. In his hearing "......blah blah blah, until the new Head starts...." Gimlet eyes boring through me. I might need a reference soon. I am screwed.