We are one South African down as Nicky left on Monday. We clubbed together for a muso-fest leaving pressie and wished her well (she'll be MUCH happier back home methinx).

So, things are very strange this week. Nicky's gone, Todd's on holiday in the U.S., me and Phil have holiday, meanwhile Gareth, Joe and Renee are in school, planning and telephone teaching, but not actually teaching normal lessons.

And it's hot. Oh, good grief O'Reilly, it's hot!

for us teachers anyway. I'm absolutely pooped. So pooped I'm using the word pooped. Writing exams really takes it out of you, speshly when its algebra. Bleurgh. I feel like I should be drinking whiskey just to snap myself back into the real world again.

It's only Tuesday and I'm thinking of the weekend already.

today's efforts

sleeping *	exercising ****	veggie-ing ****
watering ****	handwashing ***	laughing **