My friends in other professions like to cling to the tenuous argument that I should stop moan-ing because at least I get the long holidays.
They are untouched by the fact that said holidays are less about luxury and more about need - clearly they have never known the brain-mashing and bone-draining exhaustion that tends to catch up with one at the end of a killer term.
The fringe benefits of a career in teaching seem few and far between. So when an opportunity arose to take part in a teaching research trip "likely to involve long-haul flying", I near cartwheeled with joy. Five days, with all my expenses paid, somewhere far away. Where? I could barely contain my excitement. Jamaica? Hong Kong? New Zealand? Actually, they gave me Denmark.
Now, the last time I looked at an atlas, the flight path between London and Copenhagen was not quite classified as long haul, but since it's a place I know little about, I suppose I can convince myself that it's exotic of sorts, and hell, it's a freeby. Wait a minute... the small print states that I will have to pay for all meals other than breakfast. This is looking less and less like a perk holiday.
One thing I do know is that Denmark is the land of the pound;5 pint. I can't imagine their smorgasbords will come cheap either. Let's just hope the breakfast buffet is well stocked. Big plates at the ready Louisa Leaman is a London teacher