Wednesday, 29 April 2009

Still committed-ish

So for the second day running I have written in my blog - surely I deserve a biscuit for such diligence.
I have just come from a rather wearying teacher training session on how to incorporate games into the classroom. As the whole class was taken in German I feel that perhaps my learning potential was ein bischen curtailed. Oh well - half a brownie point for persevering!

Tomorrow I go to Florence - my hometown, my great love, the birthplace of my book (to be.) I can't wait until I am sitting on the train passing through the majestic mountains between Switzerland and Italy watching as my carriage slowly transforms from deathly silence into a cacophony of Italian enthusiasm - che peccato!! non mi credo!! che bello! Mamma Mia!!!!!!

Once I am "back home" I plan to roam the streets with Speranza ( my bike), eat piccole tortine, visit San Ambrogio Mercato, drink coffee in my favourite bar, light a candle in my favourite church, stroll along the Arno, smell the sweet scent of drain and two-stroke, gobble gelato, buy handmade Florentine paper and sit in Santa Croce. In short I shall remember the best days of my life.

Monday, 27 April 2009

Mi dispiace

Ok, so my commitment to blogging is a little wobbly but hey so is jelly and no one complains about that! No specific excuse really although I would like to plead (in my defence) that I have been * working many hours and have been * enduring a rather insane night life of late ( in the sense of completely wacko dreams - the other night I dreamt I was sitting by Lake Walter Burley Griffin and I saw a Judge eating her sandwiches on a wooden bench. The next minute a polar bear happened to stroll by and bit off her arm before carrying on his way. Everyone who saw it acted as if this was the norm ( although they did admit it was regrettable too.)

Anyhoo to remedy my slackness I am going to try and blog every day this week ( or near abouts - don't want to set too high a target) and today I am going to start by telling you a little bit about the puff piece you can read about me in the latest monthly newsletter published bySwimming Kangaroo Books. Yes, I wrote it myself - and yes it took me a long time to work out how to write it because this whole writing lark is actually an elaborate front to hide my true heart's desire which, if I am honest, I am still trying to lockdown but I suspect has something to do with champagne, talking cats and the coach of the Croatian football team. One thing I would like to point out about the article is that yes I did choose the photograph and no it is not because I am a boozehound although I can see ( now in hindsight) how such a link might be 'accidentally' made. I actually chose the picture because it is one of the most recent pictures I have of myself on my own and it was taken at The Baron Hotel in Aleppo where Agatha Christie wrote some of 'Murder on the Orient' Express.
Oh Lawrence of Arabia also forget to pay his bar bill there too which I thought was a rather smooth move.

Here's the link

J :-)