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This morning I decided to stop procastrinating before I go blind and to start solving some of my problems. I booked a flight home in September so that was an easy one solved. Now for a major problem one a little more challenging.
You can generally recognise an Englishman in a foreign country because they wear socks with their sandals. I've lived ( Read more... )
Sorry but I don't look at LJ much these days. Mostly because the second wittiest contributor so rarely writes in it.
I decided to stop teaching at the university. If I wanted to continue I would have had to sign a two year contract. I don't need th emoney but I will miss the intaraction with young students. I had a sort of desperate hope that their youth would sort of rub off onto me. The dean however has advised me that rubbing against young female students could be misinterpratated.
I came home half way through September, got bored and went to stay with some friends in Galanti (about the middle of the heel of the Italian boot.)
I had promised my Czech friends to come back for my birthday party at the start of November. Unfortunately a good friend here in England was killed on his motorcycle so I have to stay to be part of the motorcycle cortege for his funeral.
I'm not happy here. The house isn't like home anymore. I am tempted to go back to work. The snag is at my age no British university would employ me and so I need to go farther and farther to the east if I want to. So it could be good bye Charles University and hello to the university or Mordovia.
I am sorry I missed your birthday. Happy birthday :-)
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