Today was all about readjustment. Back to work means getting back into the daily schedules, triumphs and grievances of secondary schoolers.

10 minutes in to form time (8.40am) and someone is blithely blaming everyone else for them being in trouble. 25 minutes later and Year 8 have begun with multiple excuses for not having done holiday work that they hadn’t even been set. Then it’s Year 7 and their unwinning combination of impertinence and extreme neediness. Lunch can hardly arrive soon enough. Duties and Year 9 to follow, Directed Time (Year 11 reports) and Briefing…

Despite a dropped cash register receipt roll list of stuff to do unfurling in front, though, there is no significantly negative stress about any of it. Young people just do young people stuff, and remembering that, getting organised and sitting down to all the other tasks in hand seems the only realistic way to get on. Storm Freya did all the huffing and puffing for us over night, and so this morning there was only a wind-chilled air of brisk, back to business busyness.

No triggering of anything, certainly. It’s only Monday, for one. Considering how this sort of not-really-thinking-about-it mode sits in the wider context of a not-boozing log, it’s worth reminding myself that there are many such moments in day-to-day life, even when drinking. Other matters just have to take priority.

In fact, sitting down to write about this seems a bit forced, a bit of an encumbrance. Why, it even becomes easy to see that the old drink is not such a thing after all. That all that talk of having to give it up for any extended period is unnecessary, really.

Ooh, listen to Wolfie. The silver-tongued devil. That sort of chain of thought is quite insidious.

But, recognising it for what it is – wobbly tooth tonguing, pressing on a bruise… allows for readjustment.