I hadn’t seen Janet for quite a while but yesterday she came into my class for the second period, just after I had started the Tuesday activity. Now, as she is fond of playing the teacher when she comes and sits in, I do when required demonstrate that teacher she may be but in my classroom she becomes just another student. She seems to take it in good spirit but she was completely knocked aback when I demanded her telephone.
On Tuesdays I have all the phones put on a desk at the front, that way nobody can cheat in the activity and I don’t have to keep watching for hands under desks. After class she came and sat in my office for a chat. On Tuesdays I have fifty minutes to wait before the bus leaves and personally I would be quite happy simply with some solitude and time to reflect. During the conversation she mentioned that the other teachers who take the bus with me (all female) are astonished that I have never been married and they were wondering why. I told her to tell them I was gay.
I knew at some point the next question would crop up and sure enough it did. “Are you interested in marrying a Chinese woman?” I offered some waffle about it being too late to bother with all that now. I do hope when that gets spread around it doesn’t scupper any chances I may have had (doubtful!) because even though what I said has more than a grain of truth (not the gay bit) if the right lady happened along, who knows?
I had to say it though, for I have had a suspicion for a while now that Janet herself has designs and she is certainly not my ideal. I must try and ask tactfully about her husband as I am pretty sure she is either divorced or widowed. She has a son in his late teens.
After shopping today three musketeers arrived to allegedly fix my washing machine up so I can fill and empty it via pipes in the bathroom. They were clueless and couldn’t grasp what I was suggesting for a long time. Eventually I think they twigged but then disappeared. I was rather hoping they had gone to buy some piping but two hours later they haven’t returned. I have a feeling that unless I push again I will never see them again. With next week being a holiday I foresee buckets being used for at least another two washloads and that plays havoc with my back muscles.
In the meantime I have been spanking the oven, stuffed peppers last night and spit-roast chicken tonight. Earlier I made a bread pudding to take to class tomorrow morning - there’s enough there to be able to treat the office girls and the president and vice president as well if they are in residence. I had bought a loaf in BHG hoping it might be something I could eat myself occasionally but all the loaves felt stale. That suited my purpose for the pudding as it calls for at least day old stuff but this was as dry as dust! It has made a passable offering but I reckon it would have sucked up double the amount of eggs I used - and here I can actually buy nice big brown ones. I’m sure the kids will love it anyway.
I have also been told this afternoon that my Friday class is cancelled. I have no idea why and whenever something like that happens and the messenger texts to say “speak tomorrow” I automatically fear the worst. I wasn’t leaving it that long and demanded to know if it was bad news. Apparently it is the opposite. Perhaps it has just been permanently cancelled, in which case I will suggest I have more lessons with the Cyprus mob, God knows they need as many as they can get.
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