Lunch today was the first real meal I had eaten for something like 45 hours!
For what seems like most of my life I have been drinking water instead of eating real food. The only solid food I took was pills!
Friday had been characterized by what one must delicately call “tummy problems.”
I did not feel 100% when I set off for school and the drive there was uneventful (thank god) and without accidents – if you know what I mean.
My first period (as is my custom when I am not feeling truly well) was perfectly OK with the adrenalin of teaching carrying me through to the end. The end of the lesson, again as usual, found me a little lower than when I had started.
A colleague, who casually asked how I felt and was given a truthful answer, immediately suggested that I go home. Because of the staged collapse of our timetable I had few lessons, except (as per usual) the last one. Amazingly, my colleagues with Teutonic efficiency arranged everything and I was free to go home.
I took to my bed for the customary number of hours and felt much better at the end and was even able to go into Barcelona to meet a prospective pupil who wanted English conversation. This is a contact from the brother of a colleague and all four of us met in the centre of Barcelona in the unexpected courtyard of an arts institution with tables set around a central fountain on whose central jet an egg was rapidly rotating. (Don’t ask!) Sitting amount the vegetation we sipped glasses of wine – or at least they sipped glasses of wine and I had my Vichy water – at least it had bubbles!
My first “lesson” will be on Monday evening and we will have to see how it all goes.
Saturday has seen the augmentation of my previous progress to full health and a stable stomach.
I have swum and lain on the Third Floor and all things have been well.
Roll on Sunday!
For what seems like most of my life I have been drinking water instead of eating real food. The only solid food I took was pills!
Friday had been characterized by what one must delicately call “tummy problems.”
I did not feel 100% when I set off for school and the drive there was uneventful (thank god) and without accidents – if you know what I mean.
My first period (as is my custom when I am not feeling truly well) was perfectly OK with the adrenalin of teaching carrying me through to the end. The end of the lesson, again as usual, found me a little lower than when I had started.
A colleague, who casually asked how I felt and was given a truthful answer, immediately suggested that I go home. Because of the staged collapse of our timetable I had few lessons, except (as per usual) the last one. Amazingly, my colleagues with Teutonic efficiency arranged everything and I was free to go home.
I took to my bed for the customary number of hours and felt much better at the end and was even able to go into Barcelona to meet a prospective pupil who wanted English conversation. This is a contact from the brother of a colleague and all four of us met in the centre of Barcelona in the unexpected courtyard of an arts institution with tables set around a central fountain on whose central jet an egg was rapidly rotating. (Don’t ask!) Sitting amount the vegetation we sipped glasses of wine – or at least they sipped glasses of wine and I had my Vichy water – at least it had bubbles!
My first “lesson” will be on Monday evening and we will have to see how it all goes.
Saturday has seen the augmentation of my previous progress to full health and a stable stomach.
I have swum and lain on the Third Floor and all things have been well.
Roll on Sunday!
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