Today was a special day at school. There were no lessons, just a service in the local cathedral in honour of our founder. All staff, students and old girls were given a particular type of chrysanthemum (apparently the founder's favourite flower) to wear as a button hole. I was entrusted overnight with a cardboard box of chrysanthemums for my tutor group, which I had to carefully transport home on the bus, and told to store them in the fridge to keep them fresh. As a joke, I wrote "Do not eat" on the box for Mr Z's benefit.
At the end of the service, the admin staff carefully collected all the boxes in to flat pack and reuse. Mine has my tutor group label on it.
How much trouble might I be in?
On the plus side, the day finished before midday and I'm on a train to London for the first of many meetings for my new exam job. This is the job I interviewed for nearly nine months ago and tomorrow is the first day of that job. Very long time coming. Like a Blogger app that actually works properly....I am giving up all hope of that.