Birthday Weekend

Thursday-- 15 October
After a great 'do-over' lesson (the first observation lesson was my worst ever) attended by my headteacher, he brought me into his office to say, "This isn't working. I'm sorry. I think today needs to be your last day." He had already called in a sub and I was told he'd pay me for the rest of the day and for the Friday. After 7 weeks of spending restless, nightmare filled nights, stressing over lessons, attempting to adjust to English National Curriculum, etc., this was my thanks. So just when I thought things were on the upswing, I was wrong. They say when one door shuts, another one opens...hopefully soon I can see those open doors and walk away from the one that's just been slammed.

Friday-- 16 October
Birthday Dinner

Thai Food in Ealing with friends, followed by chocolate cake at our place afterwards.

Saturday 17th October
Disneyland Paris (A Eurostar Journey away)

My ticket didn't work after Nghi and JT had already made it in. I was very upset at the prospect of missing out while they went in and had fun without me!


Once I'd made it in though, there was no time to waste! It was 6pm and the park closed at 10pm, I didn't want to spend time stalling for photo opps on Main Street!

We made it through Big Thunder Mountain, Indiana Jones, Pirates of the Carribean, Teacups, Small World and Space Mountain 2. All were different than the Anaheim Park and Indiana Jones and Space Mountain 2 were true rollercoasters looping and corkscrewing us to nausea heaven.
I was even able to find my own personal Stitch!
A great end to a rough start this birthday. Thanks to all who helped make it special.

Brighton Day Trip -- September 2009

JT's Magic Rock Castle

Pickle and Nat

Apparently my brother has his own American Diner in Brighton.

Plitvice National Park -- The Most Beautiful Park Ever

The title says it all. Croatia holds one of the world's most beautiful spots and we got to spend half of a day here in August.

Creepy Foot Fetish Men Do Exist

I always thought the 'Foot Fetish Guy' was a big joke, something only out of a Sex and the City episode, but I was so wrong! Minding my own business heading home on a District Line train bound for Edgeware Road, I found myself with a vacant seat on my right. The doors opened at the next stop and enter creepy, shuffling 60-something guy with the cliche creepy beard that has been trimmed just a bit too close to look normal. He pauses and gazes at the seat across from me, and then looks at me and the woman on the other side of the vacant seat next to me and then shuffles over sitting between us. So far just another weirdo on the tube, but maybe I was judging a book by its cover, until he looked down at my feet then turned his head to me.

"Wow, those are really nice shoes you're wearing! Are they comfortable?"

My first instinct of repulsion was now credited based on the fact that I had 3-year-old rainbow flip-flops that have been through hell and back across Europe on my feet. They're chipped in at the front, and look rather exhausted, not to mention the stress-induced eczema peeling around my right foot forcing me to stifle surprise and reply, "Yep, they are." My face still forward, trying to be polite, yet short enough in response to hopefully hint that I wasn't interested in starting a conversation.

He doesn't take the hint. "So to get into them, you just slip your foot in?" he exhales.

WTF? Who is this guy? Yes, it is a bleeping flip-flop! What are you supposed to do?
"Yep," my eyes still forward avoiding eye contact.

"Could you show me?" he slithers.

"I'd rather not, [you big creepy weirdo]" I stammer.

By this point he supposes to me that I must work very hard to keep them on when I walk and I must practice a lot. Who is this guy?!?! Now all I'm thinking is how to get away as I still had multiple stops left before mine.

The next stop pulls in and I jam out of the doors, race up to the next carriage and hop on to continue my journey. Safe at last!

I don't know how many people this guy has harrassed subtly on the tube, but he looked the cliche, which made it worse. Which only brings me to the question: Am I the only victim of the District Line Foot-Fetish Guy, or are there others?