dimanche 26.11.06 Semi-marathon
I wake up feeling rough. My teeth are sore. I’m suddenly aware of the chattering creatures outside my window; the bird calls drill into my brain, the frog sounds hop into my head and the natterings of the natural world fill my mind until I drown in the drone and fall back to sleep. At least I can function and scavenge for some nourishment; Nicola is in a worse way. She’s on dry toast, soup and sweet tea but by the end of the day she swaps the soup bowl for the toilet bowl. We had planned to visit the Jardin de Balata but our plans literally go down the drain.
I’m content to just read my latest literature find. Karla had a stack of books at her house and so now Irvine Welsh’s Filth is now keeping me entertained. It’s as raw as the burger I pop into the oven and as rough as I felt this morning. It’s great to have nothing else to do or rather have no need to do anything else.
My lesson plan for the week involves foreign bodies - I will cover both different nationalities, body parts and the family and professions. Since we were recently graced with the presence of our Finnish, German, Polish and Irish friends it seems apt to continue with this and I’ve thrown in the body parts as Christmas is coming so they will have to know where scarves, gloves and stockings go even if they have no need for those garments here.
An early night is in order but I don’t wrap up until after midnight and when I do only a flimsy sheet shelters me from the silent sleet of sleep.
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