I guess what I meant is, germs from the mouth
And trust me, I do know how icky they can be.
I was lucky to sit near "accident boy" at CineNite last night.
He's the one who had brown tipped fingernails the other week.
He was already in his PE top, so I assume he'd had a problem of some sort earlier in the day. I didn't know whether the pong was from the previous situation.
I behaved abominably.
I asked him if he needed to go to the toilet and then directed him to the nearest teacher.
In my (slight) defence, I had seated myself pretty much in the middle of the room, as it was close to Tiger and in truth I'd steered him there because it's the most helpful location in terms of helping to hand out drinks and hotdogs during Intermission.
But yes, as I suspected he had had another... evacuation. And the poor teacher had to do a thorough decontamination. He went home in the school's spare clothes.
All that aside, another reason to love my job; at lunchtime the children decided to do an imprompu conga line around the field. Small groups of children occasionally do this, but this was quite spectacular. I'd guess 2/3 of the school joined in, from the cool year 6's to the giggling Receptioners. It was only the whistle for lining up that stopped it.
No idea why this one hit it off so well, just chance I guess. And a windy day, which often whips them up into some kind of frenzy. A conga frenzy this time