It was a dog's life, this life of a teacher. I made my way to the back exit. Yes, that just about summed up my day. A back exit affair. I got off and trudged up the street. I inserted my key in the lock at 150, dropped the burden of my life for a moment in the kitchen and put the kettle on. A melting pot or a tapestry? I want you to start thinking of my profession. I swear to God, I hardly have money to take that Bus 300 to Barking So much simpler to kill myself with the marking. Who cared anyway? Hadn't a head teacher in the area been found swinging in his garage over the stress of an OfSTED Inspection?