Triangular sandwiches - jeudi, 19.04.07

Jeudi 19.04.07 Triangular sandwiches do taste better

There’s a mouse in Madame Acina’s class today. I’m setting up my station during the break while chatting to some kids when one of them lets out a shriek. He tells me he saw a mouse do a balancing act along the top of the press, it then jumped unto the desk and darted under a desk. He suspects it’s in someone’s schoolbag. I lightly kick a few bags but nothing stirs. When the bell goes and all have entered Isabelle is told about the visitor. She alerts the head who comes in with the cleaners and maintenance men. They briefly inspect the classroom before giving up and getting out.

Nic and I are meeting Stephen for lunch. I set out for the Terminal where I find Stephen and J.P talking about sandwiches. Why is it that the triangular ones always taste better? Stephen’s one of those people who retains useless information and stupidly fascinating facts. Nic arrives and we head to the Soup Bar before ending up with drinks in the Mayflower. The patron and Michel are there and Michel salutes us girls with his slobbery trademark cheek wipe. Nice.

One of Nic’s teachers has a contact in the Chamber of Commerce and she may be looking for translators but this woman seems to have disappeared and so has the position. We go home and I head to my own chamber for a siesta.

Dorian, Lionel, Nic and I clamber into the pink Twingo this evening and head to Madiana. We’re determined to get a seat for Goodbye Bafana – and we do. Oli is lagging behind as per usual. When we’re out Oli texts saying he’s still watching it on another screen. We decide to wait for him and so we settle down for food and beers in Le Yole. I’m not peckish so I just have a huge Panache while Lionel has an exotic cocktail and chocolate crêpe and the others have the works. Oli’s phone must be on the blink because we can’t contact him; he has wheels and he must have at least half a brain cell so we pay up and go.

Nic and I arrive home to find that the washing machine is on the blink. My wash is ruined as the powder has stuck to all my dark items leaving them blotchy. I spend ages sponging out the water and by the time I’m done it’s time for bed again. I think I’m beginning to catch the poisse as I spill half the suddy water over the terrace before tripping into bed…