Sometimes, the smallest things can make all the difference to whether or not you feel valued, worthwhile and not completely pointless.
Today I heard my young and impressionable charges play a fairly decent rendition of London’s Burning. They began altogether and (almost) all finished at the same time.
6 of them have also told me with great pride and excitement that they have asked for a recorder of their own for Christmas. Whilst I apologise to their parents for that…. it did give me a warm glowing feeling inside (that wasn’t just my ears signalling a bout of Tinnitus).
Daren’t speak too soon, but I think I may be getting my joy of the job back.
Then I saw this picture of bus grafitti on The Poke and thought I’d share it, as it seemed apt in the circumstances.