I had a dream last night where I was teaching GCSE level geography to a classroom full of geese, and when I asked one of the geese to answer a question he just said "HONK" and a mass brawl kicked off. I had to run into the store room and put my boxing gloves on, but they were too small to put on. Then Andrew Tate, who was my sidekick, helped me beat the shit out of the geese. Once we had won the fight I called Tate a cnut and started eating cream eggs from the secret pocket in my cardigan.
Make of that what you will.