Speis

It's the last week before my class has a rake of deadlines to meet and assessments to hand up. We were all deeply entrenched in desperate time-wasting. We had finished today's crossword and put up our Christmas lights, it was brave stuff but it wasn't enough. Most of us were resigned to the fact that we might actually have to do something constructive. Then a lone voice sang out across the room:

Lads, do you remember when you were a kid, ye know, paint?

A moment of silence, heads are cocked thoughtfully on one side.

Then a flurry of activity. Procarastination lives for another day. Thanks to Ms Paint and one wise man.