Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Bora da!

See! Still chipping away at the Welsh. Trying to do around twenty minutes a day because it's all my tired brain can cope with after spending all day trying to teach teenagers English instead of grunting.

We got our first bunch of paperwork from the solicitor today, for the selling of our house. Our old house, not our would be house. Corr, I think I'm in the wrong business. I nearly fell over when I saw the estimate of their selling fees. Ah well, it's all part of the painful process I suppose.

I am not going to dwell on the money side of things. Because, following an encouraging email from an old friend today, it suddenly occurred to me that we, Andy et moi, are going to lead a somewhat Bohemian lifestyle for a while, and proper Bohemians don't worry about money. We shall grow with our new house, wherever it may be, and work will be sent our way when we need it, and there are more important things to worry about in life, and to learn from life, than stuff linked to money. Whether I shall still be singing the same tune when the bailiffs are knocking down the door wanting payment for the electricity bill I don't know, but for the moment it is a good thought, being a free bird.

And after a day like today, when I got told off because my learning objective for Year 9 wasn't encompassing enough (?????) , the idea of being a free bird is very, very appealing. Come and tell me  my learning objective isn't encompassing enough when I am half way up a Welsh hillside tending my herbs and chickens and I am likely to respond in a not very polite way a la 'get off my land, you wassock!' followed by a large rock to the ear.

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