Once over the threshold, once into the swing of things, and you're swept away. I didn't get through more than half of the material I'd planned. But teaching is more like performing on-stage than many people realise, and I'm the equivalent of a long out-of-work actor treading the boards again after a lengthy 'rest'. And just like a thespian, within a few minutes the old instincts take over and you're away... ah, the roar of the greasepaint; the smell of the crowd.
And Charlie? Charlie gave me a cheerful wave as the car pulled off and seemed hardly to have noticed I'd been anywhere when I returned home. Which is exactly how it should be.
Now, if I can just control those damned St Trinian's dreams I'll be sorted.