I survived on a few hours sleep last night. Having done the horrendous drive to LONDON, as all the trains were down yesterday due to the inclement weather, from the south cost. We arrived at the o2 building just in time to see Barry Manilow take to the stage. Having been an on/off fan for quite some forty years, it was a great night, although I do remain rather dubious about women of a certain age waving luminous green sticks around in the darkness. I remained firmly seated; feet tapping ever so slightly and finally gave in when Copacabana came on.
So by the time we got home and turned the TV on, we could see that the Brexit was going to be a reality and it was so exciting I couldn’t sleep. After a couple of hours recuperating, it was wonderful to see that we are leaving. Britain COULD be Great again and change is always good. ( sad that Cameron is off, but there we go. Cant have everything) I truly believe that once in a while you need to put your head over the parapets and see what else is out there. We don’t have much of a military any more and Russian could quite easily wander down and invade us and its very likely that the French will lift their barriers and help the Migrants across La Manche, but I still remain optimistic ( and that’s from a woman who makes her living educating students from the old EU)
I started my day on the back burner and more so as I was the only one in the office, interestingly, who voted to leave! Yes, I know my office comprises of (legal) Migrants but it was still odd. Will the Brexit affect me? Possibly. Probably. But in truth what the heck can you do with something until it happens? Anyway we had a busy day. Summer School starts tomorrow and that’s a whole new beast to what we had had in up to now
School groups of 50 plus kids at a time are rotated to individuals from across the Globe. We will have to deal with Ramadan; rich Russian kids who demand an en suite bathroom; Chinese who wont mix; volatile Spanish and insular Japanese. Oh and the French who just shrug their shoulders. Yes, yes, maybe I am typecasting but I want to engage with you the many events we will encounter during the next eight weeks.
So, who are we gonna call ( to help us us.. ) ???
Lexi, of course 🙂 🙂
Yes, Lexi is back in the room! Who is Lexi, I hear you ask ( well those of you who may be interested?) Lexi, real name Aleksandra, ( Aleks to her friend) is Number 2 son’s ex girlfriend. (Still with me?) She comes to us each summer and does amazing things around the Summer School. She is Polish, so you probably already have a picture. A hard worker and great fun to boot! She came to England 5 years ago speaking little English. Today, she is at University taking a degree in Theatre/Stage Make up and Design. Not bad for a kid from Poland who didn’t have more than 3 words of English. When the relationship between her and No 2 son failed, he insisted I sack her. But I didn’t want to. She is an admirable Worker Bee; amazing with our media and brilliant with the students. Who would want to sack her? Amazing energy; a great zest for life. Fun… oh I could go on. And anyway, I love her to bits. My surrogate daughter that I didn’t have. No 2 Son remains 2 hacked off” she is still in residence. Oh well…..
So Summer School is starting. The sun will come out and slowly, very slowly, I feel the malaise like a mantle, slip away
Oh and for those of you interested in our summer sojourn its going to be Bodrum. Its going to be hot; hot; hot but it will be great to laze in the sun; sleep; read and swim.
All good..all so very good.
Our Junior Group below, who have just arrived. “Is it always this cold?” they asked…
Hang onto your hats. It can only get worse…..