Despite my bullshit tolerance set fairly low I had a good time with the kids, especially those who had come to my boy's birthday party at the weekend.
Plus, his teacher is FIT.
I had to tell myself to stop gawping at her, but with those tight leggings, cheeky tattoos and a tongue piercing my mind was clearly nowhere where it should have been!
I know, I know,

but I think that would have been even less appropriate!
And then karma bites me in the ass. Or more specifically, a horse fly bites me in the back.
F*** me those things hurt.