Silverside

I just got home from the first day of a new teaching round to a house filled with the scent of boiling silverside >insert Homer drool here<

Well, it wasn't quite that romantic. I dragged my ass inside, looked for letters on the kitchen table, vaguely heard my Dad utter that "I've cooked something special for you". That was when I opened my ample nostrils to find myself >insert Homer drool here<

Same result either way. So I ate far too many slices and then went back for second and third helpings as well as mashed potato and peas. I have the enviable (if you are female) ability to eat as much as I like of whatever I like and not put on weight.

First day of teaching round started off the same as all the others, with a sickly, sleepless night the night before. Then I hopped on the bus and it broke down halfway. Arrived at the school and joined the morning prayer with the other staff members. Don't get me wrong, I believe in God. I just don't do morning prayer. Not being prepared for this, especially at 8.15am on a Monday morning, I did manage to restrain myself from choking on my own tongue.

I am at an all girls school for this round. Believe me when I say that I would rather teach boys any day of the week. Boys butt heads with you to prove their masculinity. Once you assert your own, they respect it and just get on with things. Girls? Well, I was reminded yet again today that they female praying mantis bites the head off her male counterpart. That's kind of how it feels to be a man in an all girl school.

5 more sleeps...