So, dear readers, it’s been a while.
Quick summary: wonderful weekend trip to London. Have also learnt to Scuba dive. Went to Melboure for Christmas and New Year. Haemorrhaged money. Worth every penny/cent/dong to see England retain the Ashes. The sound of the Mitchell Johnson song will long live in the memory. Started trying to learn to run, not overly successful, but quite like some of the other machines in the gym. Weight resolutely staying the same no matter what I cut out of my diet, or how much I sweat in the gym, but have dropped the all important jean size.
Did the Dalat to Mui Ne cycle ride with Tracy, saw Bob Dylan play his only ever concert in Vietnam (which wasn’t the most charismatic performance I’ve been to), did a jigsaw puzzle, continue to score Vietnam Cricket Association matches, work is as busy as ever, and amount of Vietnamese I can speak continues to be embarrassingly small.
Normal ramblings may now continue…..
Sometimes, you just know the sensible option just isn’t the one you should take, and that because something can be done, it should be done. Hence why, I am attempting the hitherto thought impossible of returning to the UK for the weekend. I’ll miss out on a bed for Friday and Saturday night (but will have a nice long plane journey to sleep through), and it’s logistically challenging with five airports, four flights, three airlines and two parents evenings the week after, but only one chance (which I’m taking).
The event is the final of the Umbro 5-a-side, featuring some wonderful former students (who came to my leaving do), and a chance to catch up with fabulous friends and parents (and possibly a cousin too). I’m hoping my body will think it’s just had a heavy weekend, and won’t really have time for jetlag – I get to be in my own bed on Sunday and back in work bright and early by 7.30am on the Monday.
Shopping on Amazon, here we come!
Yes, yes, yes _ i know I need to update. In themeantime, just checking the RSS feed.
…going out and not having my hair and clothes smell of smoke the next day. It seems to smell post-washing today. Not nice.
And on the food list: Bacon, Gluten Free Sausages, Runner beans out the garden and the Selfridges Cheese and Olive counters.
Really must be true that the end of year is upon me. Last night was the end of year staff party, food and drink provided (until it ran out), with a raffle for the local staff (some pretty good prizes in there too). Oddly, there was only beer or red wine when we got there, but once the red wine ran out, there was only white. All a bit odd. Head remarkably okay today (better than after popping for a bite to eat after the Primary school concert on Thursday – we were there so long we got free shots. Dangerous).
Publicly need to thank Anne, my awesome personal shopper extraordinnaire , who took a dress I already had with her to Hoi An recently, with the brief ‘get me this in something Hawaiian. Really pleased – may even wear it again! Wearing a real flower lei is hot work (especially here), but thought the flower people did a fabulous job for about £3.
This was followed by a mini (an unintentional) pub crawl around Saigon in an effort to still be up for the England game, having originally been planning to watch it in An Phu. Phatty’s (home bar of the Aussie cricket lot) wasn’t anywhere near as busy as we thought it would be, but just as smoky and chilly as ever. Game, as you all no doubt know, was not the sort that makes you glad you’ve stayed up to watch. One of the people there is part of the trip to Aus at Christmas, and I hope the next time we watch England sport together it’s more successful!
Off now to top up my tan – think I’m starting to look a bit pasty.
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