dimanche 12.11.06 Sun Day
It’s Remembrance Sunday but I’m not wearing a poppy. Instead I’m turning poppy red. I finally finish The Water Star and take up my fleeting fluting. A little lime green lizard has been sitting at the far end of the couch during my piping. I don’t shoo him away but when I’ve returned again from the piping hot sun he’s not there any more. I take a shower and he pops out from under the sink. It could be his beady-eyed brother but I know no differently and leave him to scurry about.
My mum calls and fills me in on all the Graduation details. It’s a bad line and we don’t talk for long. She laughs when I give her the countdown to Christmas and Fergal’s arrival. She’s interested to hear about Dominica and my travels and asks me about St. Martin as one of her work colleagues sent her parents packing there on holiday. I had been making tea before the phone call and when I return to my pasta and peas I can barely see my tinned tuna for the millions of ants milling over the half-opened tin. Ugh. I lift it by the tin-opener, cover it with a strainer and run it under the tape until all the critters have either drowned or escaped up my arms.
I sit down to my tea and watch the news. Martinique’s Scouts make the headlines. The voiceover says that there are around 750 Scouts in Martinique. Bruno Vincent is the Scouting President of Martinique. I had considered getting in on the Scouting scene over here but for all the free time I have I’ve never got round to it. According to the news coverage the jamboree is in Trinité which is on the other side of the island. They’re making torches with rags and tinfoil, learning camp skills and there’s a wicker workshop where they’re weaving baskets. www.rfo.fr
I plan for the week’s lessons with the CM2 classes. The younger ones in CE2 get it easy as I’m teaching them Irish dancing all week for the cultural exchange the following week.
My day ends with Catherine Zeta-Jones and Sean Connery in Entrapment or Haulte Voltage as it happens to appear here; it puts me to sleep long before I’ve settled under the sheets ☼
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