Subject: 11.11
M&L
Morning.
Christian
SMS. 12.14. (Tom) hello. On my way home for a lazy afternoon of stitch removal. At least, hopefully, I’ll be able to talk properly after – Christian
Subject: smoking, should be by Thursday
Hi Sunshine,
Do you know that you are a person who I rely upon or who makes me sane? Of course you do. That's what spinster Aunt relationships are about.
I live at the moment under heaps of stress. I long each week for Fridays when I can totally shut off. This week my dealer went to Poland for a break and I realised, I don't know anyone other than him. That had better change, let me tell you. Keeping polite and breezy when we're talking about Friday evening discharge and you can't even get hold of him makes for a serene Gladys let me tell you. It's a funny rhythm, but I want to get Friday sorted (Friday's the day hubby gets out of it) as it starts again, if I'm not totally bad – easy option hey Beryl? – on Saturday already. It's not that bad – I chose it – as the British school has British holidays (not often combining with the German ones) and that means only a week more of juggling (badly but end in sight) the two schools and the rhythm of homework, marking, getting them ready for exams and the German one of continual assessment. After next week (holidays with the Germans) I have then only the 2 days at the British school to concentrate on and do great things (I am their only geog teacher) and then the same with the Germans – 3 days soon of only the Germans to concentrate on). Ye Gods! What was Gertrude thinking!?
Nevertheless, as a famous Roman/Oscar Wilde/Bronwyn Bishop said...
That said, said dealer has been located and all is well in Greenland (as of blessed tomorrow). Ah those days of newhodoesneednotcare are OVERRR.
I had a fight at my new school but with a colleague not the Boss thank god. Your typical peaking order one. I wasn't getting a room due to colleagues there merrily saying the room on the timetable was actually theirs to 'prepare in' (do it at home bitch), to do lovely (how lovely) posters on walls etc (I'd like to do that too especially for the dumb fúcks who need some Geog up on walls so they can cheat if they don't know answers – pretty basic here, not showing off) and doing shit like arguing with me in front of students, rolling eyes, humpfing etc. Fuck man, I need a room to teach in, even if I'm only in 2 days a week, am new and need to crawl. Me old friend email came me a cropper as an email I wrote to all (inclusive Charlene, inclusive) pissed one off. When I attempted to crawl as the Boss suggested, she went off and we had it out. I did the 'I'm getting to know you and we've started off bad, but I don't hold grudges' lie 'and hope you don't either, let's start again' rubbish and over the photocopier praised her 'ability to argue and state her case and the more I thought about it the more I saw she was right' filth, but basically it was a peaking order thing and we know how well I fit in with that, eh Mags?
Basically, I am flat out, losing the plot, catching up continually and waiting for the next missive-disaster from the powers that be.
How are you chook?
More importantly, how is Tommy? Can you say sweet things to him from me? The forces that be would appreciate it. I want him to be around when I have nonsense to carry out down below down under.
Ach, zs Germainia!
Luckily, the Bern is being WONDERFUL. Who says you need pumping, gish-gushing sex to have a decent and caring relationship?
I think I may be in the doghouse with my parents. My father had an attack while in the tractor that my Mum informed us about, about a week later (this is the style but to be expected, along the lines of "the cancers were fine, the Dr chopped the malignant ones out and everything is rosey). Basically, she said sunstroke, but he said he had just tried too much driving the cattle and he collapsed down in the bottom paddock in said tractor. Have no idea how long it took – he was still with us (am I overdoing it?) but my brother (who would have had to have come home from school first off) and Mum got him out and off to the hospital. Mum's and his news was that all, after many tests, is well, but fuck, they are 70 and this HAS happened. Mum is an invalid herself with no drivers' licence and they live up Wapparoo Rd, 5 minutes by car to a Dr, but up that hill and up that road. The news is that my brother Ben, who had bought the original property that Mum and Dad bought the neighbouring property to (not happy Jan is Ben and his wife saw it overall – fair enough, really), has got the long longed for – forgotten the English word – tranfer to Dorrigo (some 100?km away) and they have already MOVED away. As has my other brother Mile who lived an hour and a half away (to the Vic border). So I used Ms German direct email and asked (after a phone call) if they had a will, where was it, could it be with that brother Mile (whom they are visiting this weekend) and could they have a good think and let us know what their plans were in the next 5-10 years because this was a warning. Mum can't get Dad if he's down the hill, he can't help her if she's had a wobbly if he's down the hill and all in all, there are OTHER lovely places to be in when one is 70+ that involve a townplace (chooks? ducks? trees?) near people, and I would, myself, appreciate it if that were possible and planned for and we were in on it. We could help. I sent that to all, and NAS. Only an email with my sister's email address but nothing else. It's been 4 days. I have sent an "ooh was I too brutal?" email, but again NAS.
Sigh.
Apart from that. Emilio seems to be losing his job and likely won't come. I was looking forward to that massive unbelievable humongous dick in various filthy and sweetly perplexing out of your mind scenarios, so bugger. He should throw it all on mastercard and come (cum) anyway, but that's hardly likely hey? Ah, the sweet unavailability of available but on the other side of the Earth, Wogcox. What's wrong with the Goddess?
I must email that Reg. Maybe she can skiddaddle over here...Judey! Juuuuuuuuuudeyyyyyy! Would do me a world of good.
Massive Brazilians on DVDs at the moment – there must be a plague of them or something.
The Germs have done a fucker of an election – in the results Doll, that's what we mean. They voted in an exact imbalance – didn't bite the bullet for reform, punished the socialists (what, more unemployment?) and at the same time voted in exactly so many of the opposition that no government is possible (good one). It is a bit like a feral Senate the opposite of the Parliament so that it paralyses itself. The parties that hate one another have to form a coalition and of course that won't be up to biting the bullet. See that it's not sustainable, but keep it cosy thanks very much. I don't think that Poland or Czech Rep or even further the Ukraine is going to wait around for Germany to have it easy in the next 10 years: they have more get up and go and they have it harder yet. The amount of given up and out of it 40+ in every park in Berlin, is telling for the amount of desperation and hopelessness here in that sector. Make 'em work and get some self respect if the basic line I think when I walk past them at 8 am, it must be no fun being worthless. But it's also no fun being a slave to the Papa-State. Too much politics?
Probably. I have had some fun visitors from Aus and am into this town. You should come over Sunshine.
So what's then news?
Unbeknownst, I think I have qualified for something next month (5 xyears in Germland). I had better research it.
Fuck this lifestyle – I'll do it for a year. I actually (this week) like the German school as there are enough people to mix with and I know the system now. They are full on with coming down hard, but the British school is too small. I have 3 kids in one class and 5 in another (no discipl probs) but (this week) I reckon it'll be good experience but I'll be fucked if I do this for a long time.
And you – can – do the writing thing if you like. Live on rent.
Bern's downstairs so I will piss off.
Sending you Gladysy-thoughts, Beryl,
Madge. (Josh)
SMS. 12.57. YAY for you miss – Tom
SMS. 13.02. Josh says for me to say sweet things to u – Christian
At about 4pm I got really tired and just ached for bed and a good movie. I hired videos and retired to bed at 6pm. I watched The Trip and Cowboys & Angels.
Manny called me twice, as horny as hell. You've just got to love that boy. (And let me tell you just on the quiet, there is nothing quite like tearing him out of his boxer shorts)
SMS. 23.31. (Tom) I wish I was 20 again and full of promise – Christian
