Mal de tête

I'm finding it really hard at the moment. The job situation is really getting me down, and the bank is knocking at my door. Brittany has always been a tough region in which to find a job, and I am experiencing that right now. The strings to my bow are worthless here. My teaching experience counts for bugger all now that the state are pumping out English teachers who are passing the joke that is the CAER! Run by French people who profess to be masters of the English language; laughable. You should here them speak. I couldn't bloody well understand them. Bastardised English especially for the French. No wonder they are piss poor!

So, I'm feeling decidedly down and pissed off with the world in general. I need a boost and that will come in the form of my sister and her man being here en France. They will be here tonight and I simply can't wait.

Hopefully I'll be able to carry over the energy that her visit will give me and do some serious job hunting (door knocking) next week. Please wish me luck;  I'll need it.

Hot, damn hot.

Wanted.

Bowling a few maidens over.

I'm indulging my love of cricket today. I've plonked myself down on the sofa with a pot of Yorkshire Tea, and am listening to Test Match Special coverage of the England versus India test match. 

It always strikes me as odd listening to cricket in France, even more so while driving. It really is about getting the best of both worlds.

I've had a couple of phone calls this morning that have hit me for six, so haven't managed any TEFL course work. I'll chill out and wait for the lunch and tea breaks; good times to do some study.

Looking forward to a summer of cricket. Bit of a shame that Blowers has retired though. I miss his dulcet tones.