Goodbye freedom

This is the last blog entry I write in absolute freedom, since I'll have to go to work tomorrow, which also means getting up kinda early (although school here starts at a friendlier time than it does in Germany). Lorna asked me to prepare an introduction lesson for year 12 and 13. I'll teach only small groups in which there are 3 pupils max., at least tomorrow, that is. I am excited as well as nervous about the job which is probably quite normal when you start something where you hold the 'new kid in school' position. I've prepared a little game with which the pupils will get to know me, I'll get to know them and most importantly, I'll get to hear how good their German is. I hope it'll work out well...
Sandra complained about the delayed start of the French assistants (which is apparently only next Monday), whereas I wouldn't mind having a few more days off. On the other hand, it's good to have something to do, I suppose.

Come to think of it, the title for this entry might not be accurate, because Judith and Mike left for Australia yesterday and I have the house to myself for the next month. But then, the two of them have never restricted me in any way, so the title probably is correctly chosen. Don't mind me...I'm just talking gibberish.

Reliable German sources tell me that my beloved Nudel-Schinken-Gratin also missed me and has therefore found its way into an envelope addressed to Cheltenham. The letter from the car rental company, however, didn't hold any vital information (about the crash, for instance), but ads. Idiots...