Just an aside, before getting down to the crux of things, I'm ever so grateful to any of you that are frequent readers, it's incredibly nice to have people who continue to read my posts even when I write an absolute dud (ha, as if I ever do that!) and still find something to enjoy. Thank you for reading, it's nice to know you're there somewhere in the world.
Anywho, there have been a few funny little things that have happened since Tuesday. First of all, there's been a polite desire by the family for me to try and make some friends my own age. As you know, the pursuit for a man for me has already started but now the friends situation as escalated too. I've been told to apply to expat websites, to join amateur dramatics, to go to special centres for lonely expats...oh Lordie! Unfortunately, as I posted a chirpy comment on most of the websites (seriously it sounded like an online dating profile '21 year old Irish girl- talkative, fun and wanting some friends ;) ), hardly nobody replied to my pleas for some company! Now THAT'S embarassing!! So now I don't know what to do...I did join the Basel Irish club (I know, who knew right?) so they've invited me to a BBQ next Sunday which I've said I'll attend although it appears to be in the middle of a forest in the back end of nowhere so I'll need the luck of the Irish to find it... or a car.
Also, a few kind people have been in touch and said I can go along with them for things this weekend but ALAS, I have to go away to the Lake of Thun this weekend so I've had to say, maybe next weekend instead...hmm...not ideal! Bet nobody gets back to me again now! Stupid plans...
See, if SOTPM had just bothered to show any interest in me, I wouldn't have to do any of this!!1 *sigh*
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| Barbie :) |
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| What the surroundings of my house look like |
The goats came over for a quick perusal as usual and the ostriches were just LOVING being the only animals accustomed to the heat and were lounging all over the field.
In other news, there was a completely adorable moment with the little boy. Lately he's taken to kissing my arms when I don't expect it. So yesterday he was having a cuddle and kissing my arms and then said 'Do you know why I always kiss you?' and iI said 'No, why's that?' And he said 'Because I love you.' Wow. That just made my job worthwhile! Of course, he also loves dressing up like a fairy princess and complimenting my clothes so it's probably more akin to Gokk Wan saying 'You. Are. Fabulous' which he uses pretty liberally with all kinds of women so it doesn't mean Jack!
In another bizarre children incident, they were having their usual argument over who was the smallest baby and therefore got to cuddle with me. Instead of the plaintive whine of 'I is the baby' that I was expecting, I heard 'I is the Baby Jesus, the littlest baby in the world' and then the other chipped in with 'I am also the Baby Jesus.' I just had to laugh. And sing Eminem. Bursting into a rendition of 'Slim Shady' I was singing 'Well, I'm the real Jesus, no I'm the real Jesus, would the real Baby Jesus please stand up, please stand up!' They didn't get it. But by George I had fun.
In other news, I successfully put them to bed for the first time. Had them bathed, fed, read three stories to, and asleep by 7.30- think I did pretty well! I did choke up a bit when reading Cinderella though...that bit with the instant falling in love of Cinders and the Prince gets me every time...
Today I was heading back into the city for my next German lesson. On the tram today, an old couple were sitting in front of me, having an enthusiastic debate about, I'm assuming, whether fat women or skinny young ones were more offensive to them. Judging by their frantic whispeing and staring when viewing such specimen!
I was getting paranoid about having to get off the tram before them in case the whispering escalated again. I would have had to decide whether to take their whispering as a compliment or an insult...either that or I just had my knickers on display. Luckily they got off first.
I also got royally lost. One minute I was browsing city centre clothes shops, one wrong turn and a misjudged flight of stairs and I was somewhere I'd never been before, walking in circles near a bridge which seemed to lead into France...so I hopped on the first tram I seen...hoping to get to the city centre...but he was leaving the city so I had to jump off again in some random suburbs. Got on another tram, this one stopping in the centre and got off again at the right stop but took another wrong turn and got completely lost again....dear goodness! I had to run towards my class in the end! So that was fun...it was a shame it got me so frazzled because I had been planning to go out for a drink in Paddy Reillys after class but was just too stressed out to want to anymore.
I have a confession. I am a massive swotty knickers. I mean it. I'm revoltingly swotty. I sit there with a smug grin as I answer everything right the first time round on listening activities and sit there with my hands folded while the others have a second listen. I leap up to WRITE ON THE BOARD! Who does that??? Every time I pronounce everything, I make sure to make it as accurate as possible. I counted the numbers backwards. I keep my book really neat (not like me) I don't know why I need to be a swot so badly. I just love it though! I miss it from school, because I could rarely do it at uni because it's hard to be top of class. I love learning. Let the records show. I'm sorry, other two class members, bet you want to strangle me. But it'd be worth it to always be right for a while first! Hey, you gotta give me this, I have very few other things that make me feel like a success here!
So that's it, I'm off to the lake house tomorrow, I'm hoping to run into Keanu Reaves- then again, I might just miss him...(oh that was AWFUL Lake house humourrr!!!) so hopefully I'll return alive and not do to many stupid things to get me fired!
Lovely readers, I bid you adieu
QOTR
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