Irene and I go for a jog together after work on Thursdays. Today I was stuck in a meeting until the time we go, which is when the caretakers start locking up the school, so I rushed back to the main school and grabbed my stuff, then went over to the nursery to meet her.
Her things were there, but not Irene, so, thinking she might be in the Children's Centre office I walked through the building to check. She wasn't there, so I intended to retrace my steps to the nursery office, only to find they'd changed the security code on the internal door separating the Children's Centre from the nursery!
I tried various possibilities, thinking I'd just forgotten the code (one of a series on the CC doors) - but no luck. I then thought I'd go out of the Children's Centre exit and walk round the building to the nursery entrance. To find that they'd already locked and padlocked the porch door outside, so I couldn't get out that way.
So I was stuck in the children's centre entrance. I thought I might phone through to ask the door code from someone in the main school - but they'd changed the code on the reception office door too, so I couldn't get in to phone!!
I rang the bell to the nursery in a bit of a panic - envisaging being stuck there all night; luckily there is a loo in the entrance area...
Even more luckily, Irene returned after a few minutes from the main building to get her stuff and heard me ringing the bell. So I'm saved from a night on the tiles. Phew!
LissaT
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I assume you know the Allan Ahlberg poem about the old teacher who lived in a school? As I recall she slept in the stock cupboard and bathed in the goldfish water before finally being buried in the sandpit. Not that I'm suggesting any similarity . . .