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Three weeks into school and the first seventeen days have all us begging for a do-over. First there was NewViceHelsinkPrincipal and his heart attack. Good news on that front, he's home today. Not so good news, our morning caretaker, whose health is generally poor, went in for an operation last week. Came through it ok, opened his eyes, said he wanted to call his wife and promptly suffered a stroke. He passed away last night. NewHelsinkiPrincipal sent a note with the news this morning; I think it's the only time in my career that I will ever get away with looking at a child stuttering over a maths problem and saying to him, "You're going to have to start again, I wasn't listening to you." Thankfully, when it was all explained the kid understood why I said that, and I think half of them knew something was Very Very Wrong because they were watching me read the note and my face fell. So work today was kinda weird, my heart wasn't in it and neither was theirs. Suffice to say the Irish books were not touched!

If I had other things to say, I misremember them.