I forgot to mention the other exciting thing that happened today (apart from my boss LOVING my lesson!).
We had non-uniform day today for Children in Need, and I wore my 'new' jeans. They are not actually 'new' jeans, just jeans I bought at a real low point. This was in the summer holidays, and OH and I were in town, it was a really hot day and I was struggling because of the heat.
I should mention that I lived in Israel for a couple of years back in the 90s, and NEVER struggled with the heat down there, so I knew I was feeling it because of how big I had gotten over the past couple of years.
Anyway, on this particular day we were in town, just walking about, trying to kill time before an hour sociable enough to go to the pub (you know, like ten past midday rather than ten to) and as we were walking about my old jeans split. Not up the backside or anything, no-one noticed, but they split at my thighs, where they were rubbing together when walking - these jeans were my favourite pair and I'd had them for years.
I was too embarrassed to tell OH, so I sent him to the pub on his own and went into M&S for a new pair, to change into there and then - the biggest pair they had in stock was a size 20. I bought them, went to the toilets to get changed and they didn't fit. I was mortified, as this was when I realised how big I had actually gotten, my old pair were obviously so old they had stretched with me, and I never noticed what size I got to.
Today I wore my 'new' jeans - and I spent all day pulling them up!! Woooohoooo!!!