Unpacked and Eating Out

Four of us came out together on Wednesday. (It was only Wednesday...) That’s me, another EFL teacher I’ll call her Teacher Two (as I was the first), or “T2” for short, LM, and a Key Skills Teacher, let’s call him KST. Four of the houses in The Camp are finished, and we have one each.

I’ve spent this morning airing the place, putting on the AC at 30°C and opening windows: the place had a cold, clammy feel – perhaps moisture from the new plaster.

I’ve rearranged the furniture. There’s a three piece suite, a rug, a table and four chairs. Their placement in the large sitting room is a conundrum based around the lopsided placement of electrical sockets, the absence of a telly, and the fact that I need to use the table as a desk for now.

I tidied up the files on the laptop, too, ready to start work on Sunday morning.

Last night we four went to a restaurant in the one posh suburb of the capital, with three middle managers and one of their wives. As we were leaving I asked MM about tellies. There’s a dispute over who should provide them apparently...

It wasn’t a sparkling affair, and I was relieved when the meal finished. I confessed as much to T2 and she laughed and agreed.

Perhaps I didn’t enjoy the meal much because of tiredness. I slept very well with detailed dreams about Amy Winehouse and a complex media scam. It ended with a Scandinavian woman supervising me as a I climbed across a tree, from one branch to another.

We did some shopping yesterday but I didn’t get anything that really needed. I’ll go out again tonight, or more likely tomorrow, with a list this time.

The internet connexion requires only a man with a key to a box which contains the “on” switch. But the man isn’t answering his mobile. Speaking of which, I got my own mobile yesterday – a 2^nd hand one, because the Company has promised us new ones in due course. It appears to be a fairly cheap way to phone home, and it eases the loneliness.