I went to a pretty small high school, and it had some unusual traditions. One of these was an unscheduled somewhat spontaneous holiday once a year.
We'd arrive at school ready for classes and everyone would be assembled. The vice principle then told us a story, about how once long ago a possibly rabid animal had wandered into the school, and all the students had been forced - oh so reluctantly - to leave for the day. At this point, we to were then released and sent home. It usually happened in February, or some other equally dingy time when everyone was down, blue and empty-headed.
The girls had that today.
Both of them stayed home this morning, listening to the sound track of the Rocky Horror, and watching four complete CDs of the Pink Panther videos.
You can't accuse us of skipping the important elements of their education.
Eldest was much the same, though more cheerful for the break.
They couldn't push me out the door fast enough this morning when I went off to work.