A year ago today I turned up at a new sixth form for a second time, was given another planner, another timetable, more folders and more forms, and yet again found myself treading water in a rough sea. Most of what I remember of that day, though, is E.
A year on, there must be few people happier than I am.
My beautiful bunch I left in a bucket by reception, but the other twenty slightly spindly, trampled, weather-worn stems I gave out around college.
And may you have a bloom of Red joy today, too.