On Sunday I was in Birmingham and had a few hours to kill.
One of my favourite things to do in situations like this is to sit in cafes and sketch, (I guess its because I'm basically nosey and love people watching!)
I then popped into a Wetherspoons for my dinner, and the two blokes sat on the next table to me were enjoying a pint and putting the world to rights.
I was having a lovely time, doodling away, listening to the Brummy accents and the political ruminations of my neighbours.
Unemployment, Brexit, the housing crisis...
and then they started about teachers.
'Paid a ruddy fortune they are!'
'They get 50 weeks paid holiday a year!'
And what really struck me was that I found it quite funny, that mischievous Universe sitting these two political geniuses next to someone who'd worked in education for 25 years and whose hair had fallen out because of the joys of Ofsted.
But this really was a blessing in disguise because it just reminded me that it really was ok and that I have changed so much since then in lots of little ways.
I could have got up, pulled off my bobble hat with a dramatic flourish and had a rant, but by this time they'd moved onto solving the NHS crisis, and I wouldn't want to stand in the way of political progress...