A kind friend has asked why I haven't been blogging and suggested I should do so again. To be honest, I didn't think anyone was reading it (I imagined it more like a diary I didn't mind leaving open). As life's got busier, I have completely run out of time to write anything and didn't think anyone would notice. Well they did, so here I am.
Since leaving the Thai highlands after our unexpected evacuation, things have been...busy. Very, very, very busy. And frenetic. Panicked even, with school often feeling more like a battlefield than a workplace (either that or a dosshouse, depending on who you talk to). I have been attempting to 'jolly along' as best I can however the unrelentlessness of it all has further taken it's toll on my already fragile health (I have come to realise that I have the constitution of a Victorian lady) and yet again I have a cold. And mouth ulcers. And a headache.
And sore throat.
In just six short weeks I shall be back in Blighty (yay!). I've come to enjoy these trips home more and more as my time as an expat has gone on. However, I'm sure it has more to do with romantic nostalgia and the sheer novelty of it rather than any real desire to return home for good. Whenever those feelings surface, my brother reminds me that his utility bills for last quarter were over a grand and teacher friends count down the days until the holidays. No, I shall stay poised, ready for action on the battlefield a little bit longer.
In the meantime, a little music in remembrance of a fine performer (and a song I've always particularly loved). RIP Donna Summer.
