In teaching it's either feast or famine when it comes to workload, and at this moment in time it's whichever means having far too much of the stuff. (Ordinarily this would obviously mean feast, but I'm resisting the connotations of pleasure that the word implies). Anyway, half-term is visible in the distance and the snow frenzy means the chance of a bonus day off can't be totally discounted, so I'll yak on at greater length then.

Still I didn't want to leave it so long that the memory of Berbatov dipping to meet that header at the Reebok has been totally forgotten...