"I really am sorry about the broken window," Richard said to Myra as he munched a sandwich at lunchtime in the staffroom.
Myra shrugged, taking a bite out of her own sandwich. "It's not my pay cheque it's coming out of," she said with a grin.
As Richard was about to reply, grinning, a slim blonde waltzed in. "Myra, Richard, the principal wants to see you both
" The two exchanged mystified glances then followed the secretary out, their lunch now forgotten.
"Richard, nice to see you're settling in well," Peters began, beaming at the gym teacher. "Though I'd thank you not to break any more of my school windows." He turned to Myra and his smile faded. "Myra, I'm afraid I have some bad news for the science department
"And that would be
"Budget cuts. The science department is going to have its budget cut," he replied, looking grim.
"You can't be serious," Myra replied arching an eyebrow. "What do you want us to do, sell the Bunsen burners just so we have enough money?!"