Last night was, er, the last night for the evening classes, and so a good excuse to skive off the lesson and head for the pub, the Fisherman's Cottage. A gaggle of students, two of my colleagues and I went there and sat out in the garden over beer. We were trying to have a civilised conversation; Unfortunately, the pub's dog put paid to that. It's a mangy, one-eyed pit-bull cross, and it had a friend come to visit - another pit bull cross. They were obviously happy to see each other, as they took turns to bugger each other all round the garden for half an hour. It was rather disconcerting to try and understand what a student was saying whilst being distracted by a humping dog.
We had a meeting, as usual, this morning. One of my fellow teachers, Kathryn, who's only just returned from maternity leave, had a bit of a cough, so left the room to get some water. Quite reasonably, being staff, she went to the nearest staffroom to get a cup. Quite normally, this being Reading College, the people in the staffroom wouldn't let her have any, because 'you work for a different department'. Kathryn insisted, and finally the woman guarding the watercooler opened a cupboard, got out a plastic cup and filled it halfway, then grudingly gave it to her. And then waited for her to give the cup back.
As Kath said later, 'I'm so glad to return and find some things never change...'
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