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    The Father, the son and the aggressive Headteacher

    The Mother had got through the nauseous stage when she heard the group talking and talking in another language. “Ofsted inspectors don’t usually speak Swedish,” thought the Mother, “except of course in Sweden.” Did they even have Ofsted there? Their schools were…

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    Check your privilege

    “I’m sick of this,” said the Mother, mostly to herself. “I’ve lost count of the number of bloody application forms I’ve filled out. Plus these days, you don’t even get a rejection letter. You have to phone…

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    Hangover – third and final part

    The devastation of the kitchen. Dirty plates, cups and spoons cover every work surface. Empty cereal boxes, milk cartons and yogurt pots are strewn around the room. A sticky spoon balances precariously on a jam pot. A…

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    Hangover – part two

    For several hours, the Mother drifts in and out of sleep. Not a pleasant kind of drifting, not like a little boat sailing across a calm turquoise ocean, that would have been lovely. But more like the…

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    Hangover

    The Mother has woken up on the bathroom floor, and it appears that this is where she slept last night. She has attempted to fashion some kind of makeshift bed around the toilet using a towel and…

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    Awaken

    “Must wake up, must wake up,” thinks the Mother. “Come on, seize the day or at least make a half-arsed attempt to.” The Mother is not a morning person. She always finds it a struggle to get…