troubles

"I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms downs, getting everybody fired up"

Gwen Stefani (2005)

God, world war three hits me back to earth. Danz arrives home in hysterics. She's being picked on in school. It's been going on for weeks and funnily enough I'd gone into school today to express my concern.
She was scared walking home from school today. I was mad. Her sister had gone on without her and, as normal, hadn't switched on her phone so Danz could call her.
I called the school AGAIN. Quite amazingly they were rather helpful and eventually the head of year 7 the frankly Gorgeous Mr Young call me. He gives me shivers. PE teacher, locker rooms, shorts, all my dreams rolled into one.
He said he has it all under control and will keep in touch with me (I apply more lip gloss and an additional spray of Pleasures Perfume) anyways back to Motherhood. This bullying rubbish should have been sorted out ages ago.
Aren't small girls nasty?
After she stopped crying we went to the gym to work through the pain (ha) Paul was there..... in the Jacuzzi? not sure he'd done any exercise. He said he'd look after Danz tomorrow.
And now I made cakes and a bread and butter pudding for work tomorrow.
One of the girls is leaving. I'll miss her. Plus they had a most dreadful day. A child died.
I feel really sad.
I know what it must have been like there. It sweeps across the whole unit.
It's the job though.