This my irregular diary of the goings-on in my life. Right now, my family and I are in the process of re-locating back to the UK. And that's about it really.

25 March 2011

Nothing for ages and then three things at once.

Blimey!  It's been a while.  I've even received complaints for not writing anything.  Not really sure why though.  Am really trying to watch what we spend, so not going out unecessarily, and therefore not meeting people who give me cause to complain.  Until now that its, and it's all gone a bit like the buses, nothing for ages and then three come along at once.

Firstly:

Three days ago I nearly fell in the septic tank.  Partly my own fault I suppose, I was standing on top of it and the lid broke.  In fact, my left leg did go in, but fortunately it just missed the contents.  Could have been very nasty.  And then, to get over the shock of nearly landing myself in the shit, I went back to the house for a drink and nearly swallowed a small grasshopper having a swim in my glass.

Secondly: 

I won't go into too much detail here, nobody needs it, but the following day I had an appointment at the hospital.  All I will say that it involved stirrups (and not of the horsey kind) and a student.  Why do they have to take so long and why does there have to be a general discussion about the entire process as well as the 'view' whilst I am lying there as helpless as I would be if I was in handcuffs, only slightly more undignified.

Thirdly:

I have started working as a volunteer at an 'English Club' - ie - for French children to learn English.  The woman who runs it is very nice, but not very organised, poor thing couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery.  I've got lots of ideas for improvement, but I've only been to two classes so far, so it's not really my place to take over (yet).   Late last night she sent an e-mail with a copy of an article in the local paper about the club, accompanied by a photo of us all.  Now, I don't look good in a photo at the best of times, but in this one I am particularly bad. 


That's me, third from the left, sitting down.  Eyes shut.

I must point out that the article has the wrong hours, the wrong number of children (there's almost 80) and I've never heard anything about a facebook page.   But then they interviewed the woman in charge so that would probably explain it.

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