Mean While, Back at Home

Well yes.

So back from Poland hale and hearty. No, no cocks were had. Professional. In a camp with 300 final year students from Germany and Polish waiters. And sailors, and farmers and the unemployed handing around the kiosks etc etc and so forth. Soldiers.

Nevertheless.

Only 1 week and 3 days of school to go. Who would have thought it?

Marks (final) this weekend, last week with marks meetings, a farewell boozeup tonight, a polite teachers and tea one next weekend (for a manky English colleague who's leaving) and then day 1 day 2 and third period Wednesday, day 3 – reports handed out and me out the back door of school before any wailing child can get a bit of me. Or the school admin and bigwigs. Then lovely holidays....

rest of week and a bit mooning around Berlin (weather is foul although beaut in Poland) – parks my dear? the Fairy Tale Fountain in the Folkpark at around 2am perhaps? first time for everything and I can say hello to everybody from Uli) and then Zurich and some mates who I hope can show a good time and then the course in Geneva. Now I know they speak French but we won't be picky, right? 2 am at the back of the United Nations building? Mixing with East European delegates, or Greeks? at the back of teh Red Corss then, at 3am? Down by the wharf at 4? and then as of July 11, lovely Tullamarine.

Lovely Melbourne and old slappers...

Who would have thought?

Do you remain, a slapper?

Josh 2