A day late and a dollar short...

It's Sunday morning here in sunny BsAs and it's quiet. This is normal for Sundays, I guess everyone is recovering from the night before. The only people about are the elderly, walking their dogs and me. I usually wake up early on Sunday, mainly because it is so quiet. On the whole BsAs is a noisy city (though not the noisiest I've ever lived in – that prize would go to Cairo) so these Sunday morning oases of silence are treasured.

It's odd, I did my externally assessed DELTA lesson on Thursday and I thought I'd be relieved afterwards but that hasn't happened. It's true that I'm no longer feeling stressed but my sleeping pattern is still disrupted and my concentration is shot to hell. I find myself losing it half way through a sentence or even, on one memorable occasion, starting a sentence, not finishing it and still demanding an answer. Luckily this was with other teachers so the blank looks were just funny.

I'm going to try to get the internet at home again but I don't know how long that will take, so in the meantime, I'm typing these at home (where I have time to think without disturbance) and then uploading them at school.

I have a few catch up phone calls and emails to make and I'm working on it but, more importantly, I need to dedicate some time to teaching my students again. Things have got a little sloppy over the past few weeks. Having said that, I could feel your good thoughts and best wishes and I'll be speaking to you again soon.