…We had goodbye party for Michael who is leaving.
Well, he had already left, but he came back for us to say goodbye to him.
I ended up doing all the washing up and helping to clear up.
Of course I got no thanks at all…
This was the same Michael who had run away the previous term, and who I thought had then simply come back and carried on as normal.
I remember now that the local education authority sent him off to what we were told was “a special school”. We never saw him again.
I wonder what this party entailed. Refreshments were clearly involved, for I’m not sure what else would have needed to be washed up. Notice yours truly in the kitchen. I knew my place.