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Got up at 6 bloody 30 this morning as I had to give a talk at St. Margaret's Primary school.
Was not looking forward to facing a sea of 1200 faces early in the morning and thought it would be another episode of horror, ass shitting children breathing their putrid miasmal adolecent indifference in my face.
BOY was I WRONG!
They sat there listening intently, in their little retro green polka dotted dresses, looking like hippie angels, made me want to put on a tie dye, love beads and belt out 'Penny Lane'.
They raised their little hands
Answered my questions
Smiled
Laughed

Simply AMAZING!
The best darn session I've ever had.
Ah!

Dinner now then got a date with Dan Brown to discuss Da Vinci's code under my doona.
Have been dateless 2 years in a row on Valentine Schmalentines, not that I'm complaining really!
Enjoy all ye lovebirds!

Note to self: Refrain from doing things on impulse.