One more time.
So now there was only the matter of a working week to get through.
Just five days.
Just a veritable eternity with the mad woman of the English department.
Surely, I could survive that.
And I almost did.
Almost gets you nothing.
The week had been surprisingly good. A teaching agency contacted me to see if I would be interested in teaching in a special school in my home town. They put forward my CV and I found myself with an interview awaiting on my return. It put a smile on my wife’s face. And on mine, may I add. Fortune seemed to favour me. Oh woe is me.
So, I was ticking off the days. Going to bed early in order to make time go faster. And it was working. I packed my bike into its travelling box and thought that I had done it. I wanted to spend…
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