I got back from Aldi to find the head of French at Hebburn Comprehensive in my front room. She'd called round to offer Katka a job, unaware that things had changed utterly since the last time she'd seen either of us back in early summer. Shocked, close to tears, she asked again and again whether I was alright. I had a vague sense of guilt about my lack of emotion: how could I explain that it no longer matters whether she's here or not, that I'm no more concerned about her leaving than I am about an exam I failed at secondary school?
Just watch, tomorrow I'll wake up nostalgic and miserable.
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