Up and down

What a funny day, so far. Arrived at school expecting one thing, got something totally different. The same as the weather really, it's been a mixed bag of rain and sunshine, and now it is mild and cloudy with patches of blue here and there.
The Athens trip looks to be on. AV says I can just book and send the school the bill. She is the most positive and solution orientated person I have ever worked for. Her news that 41 had applied for the KK course next year is a problem with a very positive spin. And it isn't mine. This looks like being fun.
And Remi's help with my powerpoint presentation tomorrow was just brilliant. It has saved me a lot of worry and should go well. I am very grateful to him. It was otherwise a pleasure to teach my lot for three lessons today even though I suspect them of being nice just because it is me. The McCourt syndrome, (if you haven't read Teacher Man, you don't know what I mean.) McCarthy's Bar is a really good book to take the step from the elementary level of English and on to the applied teaching of the language. They seem to understand quite a lot and when I introduce more analytical ideas, it seems they get what I'm trying to put over. It helps that the book is funny of course.
So...apart from the never shrinking correcting, I can relax on my own this evening, no choir and thus no frustrations, no need to think of the undertaker or E, although she does occupy a space in my mind, obviously. I hope she's OK and reckon on her silence being a positive. I wonder what she would do if I copied the Elgar onto a cd for her? Probably say thank you and that's it. And right of course. I don't think I'll bother in my present frame of mind.
Kev needs a walk. He is a brilliant little animal, sleeping in the cage in the car most of the day and so happy to see me and to come home to his basket. I am a lucky dog owner too, he worships me as only a Cocker could! Well, I like to imagine so.

And I must say that today has ended on an up! I have checked that everything is OK for tomorrow's talk and organised a mail to Athens to book a single at the guest house we have been recommended. The coincidence was too great, the Hegstad who is resposible for the place is of course Arnulv's younger daughter Audny, confirmed by her mother Oddveig after a long telephone conversation just over. This sort of thing warms the heart. Oddveig says I will be very well looked after and I don't doubt it a moment.
Well, another glass of that powerful red from Oz and off to bed. It's still raining but at least it's melting all that ice. I'm looking forward to tomorrow and that's as it should be.