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Ok.. moving: not as stressful as might have been for three reasons. Number one, Carmen came round and packed up the kitchen, bring boxes, bags and newspaper with her (and a damned fine job she did). Number two, I didn't have much stuff to move and number three, Gustavo (the school's handyman/jack of all trades and all-round treasure) was there to direct the removal men. And I have to say that removal men are the same around the world. There's always one responsible one and one lazy one (usually the younger). The responsible one thinks about how to accomplish the job most effectively and efficiently while the lazy one looks for the lightest boxes to carry. However, Gustavo knew what he was doing and directed them properly. The only time I had to put my foot down was when they wanted to fold the matress in half (widthwise) to get it into the lift. I said no and made them carry it down seven floors at one end and up nine floors the other. I know I sound cruel but it is a new matress and made of compacted foam - folding would have ruined it. I moved in two Fridays ago and I'm still getting used to the place. I don't feel totally comfortable here because it's decorated and furnished to a much higher standard than I'm used to (not talking about my mum and dad's home just the rented flats I've lived in over the last seven years). I was sick and had a screaming stress headache after the removal men had gone (no that wasn't the panic session) but I'm ok now.

Teaching? I have a dream of a timetable. I'm doing afternoons and evenings, teaching Proficiency 2 (CPE), Advanced 1, Pre-advanced (FCE) and mid intermediate. I've got a mixture of teenagers and adults and, so far, I'm thoroughly enjoying it. I brought all my books home last weekend to try some long term planning, didn't get as far as I wanted but did get a lot done. That was the major panic session - I couldn't find some of my books and I didn't have time to plan for a class. At least that's what I thought, until I looked at my timetable again - I swear I'm going senile, my memory is pants and my concentration is shot to pieces. Oh well.