Things are paying off. I scored a job in a pub which I’ll be doing until I move out of London, in about January. This week also heralds the return of the teaching work. I worked Monday, Tuesday, today (Wed), tomorrow (in the pub) and Friday I’ll probably have work too (teaching again). I’m pulling a long shift in the pub on Saturday (9 hours, cripes!), then I’m taking a breather. Maybe I’ll grant myself two days rest before I toss myself back into the working world for another week.
Hopefully this way I’ll be able to save save save my buns off before heading out elsewhere. And I’ll be able to afford bread and milk again – just kidding.
Why are half the ads on the telly here the same as back home, only with pommy voices instead? And where’s the Aussie section in the supermarket? Gawd!
Happy birthday to my Dad today, and to Marcus in a few days!