Monday
1st October, 2018
1330
China's
69th birthday. Also the 35th anniversary of my
Old Man departing.
No I
am not maudlin, no the reason for my silence of late is not because I
was in hospital or being lazy. The opposite is true.
On
Friday morning during the break some students came to my office.
Their class was requesting the afternoon off and wanted me to take
their lesson in the third and fourth period on Saturday.
Confused,
I asked if they were wishing me to come to school on a Saturday
because they wanted Friday afternoon off. It was their turn to be
confused. “But you will be here anyway?” they responded.
The
penny dropped. National holiday (golden week) was upon us. Sure, with
Chinese school holidays there is always a catch and there will be a
Saturday or Sunday set aside for catching up classes in order to
afford the students a longer stretch of time off by sacrificing
normal leisure time. And of course I have yet again been well and
truly stiffed inasmuch as my working only Thursdays and Fridays means
I actually derive no benefit from long weekend holidays or even as it
transpires, golden week.
It was
also a case of the school not informing me and my finding out by
accident from the students. But rather than, as has been the case in
the past, doing one weekend day before the break and another after
it, this time Thursday and Friday classes had to be taken on Saturday
and Sunday! That meant I had four straight days of work and had just
found out immediately before my expected weekend!
I
shan't complain too much, I did after all get to go home at noon on
Friday and they slotted in their missed class into the long break I
would have had on Saturday morning but by hell it was a shock to the
system to have to get up at five four mornings on the bounce and not
get home until six!
Actually
yesterday it was nearer seven because the school bus was late
arriving to collect me (his only customer) because of heavy holiday
traffic (or maybe he forgot about me) and to be fair I was for once
glad he drove like Toad because by then I was terminally fatigued.
Since
the chap came to complete the bathroom work (and I did at the time
point out the bowl didn't appear to be seated correctly) it had been
flushing away very slowly. He poo-poohed (no pun intended) the
suggestion and so I thought it could have been one of the periodic
fatbergs from the flats above which normally clear after a couple of
days. It didn't and on Friday night it clogged completely.
Today
is a big holiday and I never held out much hope of getting anyone out
to fix it before then. I tried the plunger, which to be equitable was
an inheritance from when I came here and it was not effective. I was
convinced it was something the workmen had done wrong.
All
credit to Brenda, no sooner had I gotten home, kicked off my shoes
and sat down with a beer than there was a knock at my door. The Man
With The Son was there, armed with a brand new plunger. Thinking (and
indicating) that he would need more than that, I nonetheless let him
in to see my loo which was not for the fainthearted. We filled it
using a bucket and to my intense discomfort, he cleared the blockage!
God,
did I feel a fool! I could have gone and bought a new plunger myself
and done it! Ok, he gave me the new one for free and the old one is
now in landfill but he must think I am totally clueless. I was
however convinced it was a case of shoddy workmanship. Wrong.
Ah
well, on the bright side, despite having had a hard four days, I now
have no work until a week Thursday and this Wednesday I am off with
Annie and Stephanie to Xining. Alice almost came but her loyalty to
her roommate who isn't going home triumphed and she is staying on
campus for the duration, her sister having cancelled the planned trip
to Wuwei. I have already planned a nice trip for her in January,
easier said than done because I want her first flight to be sitting
up front and she has seen most of the cities that are affordably
close and can be accessed in less than six hours by train one way and
finished off with the “big adventure above the clouds”.
But I
have a plan. No sightseeing involved, just wallowing in unadulterated
luxury. There has to be some reward after all for being there to do
my shopping online, let alone for helping me when I was injured.
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