Zoe Thorne
zoethorne.bsky.social
Zoe Thorne
@zoethorne.bsky.social
Educational writer & composer. Ex developer, ex 🇫🇷 & 🇩🇪 teacher and general language nerd. Occasional comedian, sometimes intentionally. She/her.
Currently reading: Nexus by Yuval Noah Harari
The classic pipeline.
November 29, 2025 at 11:32 AM
I've only just seen this - just in with 15 mins to go! Happy birthday lovely x
November 28, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Tried bringing her into bed with me at one point, forgetting why we don't co-sleep. She wriggled round and round, kicking me, for 20 mins before finally falling asleep with her backside pressed against my cheek. Then she farted in my face and sleepily murmured, "Bum".

She's back in her cot.
November 28, 2025 at 1:28 AM
I saw the lovely photo of you two, wondered if you were sisters and then scrolled down to see this! Not sure why I hadn't twigged until now. Glad you had a lovely time!
November 27, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Have a wonderful time!
November 27, 2025 at 8:13 PM
I hope so! We begin well, at any rate.
November 27, 2025 at 1:45 PM
The way my blood ran cold reading this. 😱
November 27, 2025 at 11:21 AM
Eventually, he sighed and shrugged off his coat, muttering under his breath and shooting me side-eye. And he was ever so slightly less of a shit to me the next year.

FIN
November 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Now, because this is the UK and schools are broke and did I mention it was July, obviously it did nothing because the heating was off school-wide anyway. But it didn't matter; the gesture worked and his eyes grew wide. There were giggles from the other (also sweating) students who knew I'd won.
November 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM
And you know what I did? I smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, [Kid] I'm so sorry, I hadn't realised you were cold." And I TURNED THE FUCKING RADIATORS UP.
November 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM
After 20 minutes, I sneaked a look and could see the sweat beading on his forehead. He whispered something to his mate, who said, "MIss, [Kid] is wearing a coat and that's against the rules. Not fair if you don't tell him off, Miss."
November 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM
It was July, there were 30 kids who'd just been playing football at break, all squashed together in a room with the doors and windows closed. I could feel his eyes boring into me, willing me to say something so he could moan and take off the coat, still victorious. But I kept ignoring him.
November 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM