I had a cold shower in the early hours last night (and no, not for THAT reason!)
By going to bed completely freezing cold and naked I just about survived the night, though I woke up this morning in a haze of mist from the water pretty much evaporating off my bum.
For the next two weeks I am teaching two Italian 11 year olds called Gianluca and Lorenzo, and they are both bloody crap. The level of fun I might ordinarily have derived from the teaching was normally to do with its brevity, I could make the lesson fun but not burn out. Now, I arrive in Romsey at 9am and after the first hour I want to cry. Its not so much that I doubt my own ability as it is that I dont have a template for teaching EFL, I can cover grammar, superlatives, punctuation, connectives etc. But pretending to be 'Inspector Clueless', the textbook's moronic cartoon character, while I 'search for full stops' with two kids from Milan who looked like they'd rather be outside smoking, is a bit much.
Still, getting some nice moolah for it. And I dont have to serve a pint...
Went for an interview yesterday at Bendicks, made a quip about my interviewer's hairnet making her look like one of the martians from "Mars Attacks". It was recieved with a polite smile that soon turned into a glower, I s
hould learn to override my urge to talk total bollocks sometimes.
hould learn to override my urge to talk total bollocks sometimes. 
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