Somewhere in my flat, a bat is hiding. It was crouching (presumably) behind our toilet when it was disturbed by my flatmate. She screamed and it flew somewhere in our flat. I wasn’t, unfortunately, an eye witness to this event, I was downstairs eating chips with the other ladies of our flats. But I can picture it quite vividly. And now, we’re not entirely sure where it might be.
I’ve sewn my mosquito net to the frame a little bit more so that the middle isn’t hanging down so low that it’s claustrophobic and I’ve strung up the fairy lights I brought back from Wilkinsons. Add into the mix my new bedding (Primark obviously) and it’s really quite cosy now.
I’ve stuck up some new pictures on my wall – I saw a fair few people when I was in England – and I’ve baked bread and chocolate orange brownies. I’ve managed to decode my DVD player so that I can play my region 1 DVDs including Sports Night, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and Much Ado About Nothing (which I have watched again, it was needed.)
I’ve almost caught up with my class and I’ve begun planning an assembly. I’ve taught two year 7 music classes and tomorrow I have year 8. In the evening is a birthday party and at the weekend an international swimming gala.
I’ve been welcomed back, bought food and tea. I’ve been given a replacement fridge for the one that broke whilst I was away and I’ve sworn mercilessly at my printer for not recognising the ink I bought for it. I’ve been bitten by mosquitos and something mysterious that has either bitten or stung my hand, but they aren’t as painful as last time.
I’ve almost got used to the noise, the early mornings, the inability to sleep, the temperamental internet and the children shouting at me in the street. Many seem to be fascinated by the fact that my hair is red – I dyed it back from blonde just before Gaggy’s funeral and re-pierced my lip, another source of intrigue for the children.
It’s good to be back. It’s warm, it’s sticky, it’s noisy, there’s always something happening, but I’m not fully back into it yet. I feel like I’ve hit the ground running without a chance to pause and take a breath. I also miss people back home and being able to talk to them whenever I want to. Two hour time difference is just about manageable, but three seems much further away. It’s hard to reach people on Skype and to wait for a text message to be replied to. But I can book in at weekends and I’m probably going to be heading back in the summer. Lots of things to look forward to both here and there, I just need to get into the right headspace first…
I’ll get there. In the meantime, I’m watching Homeland and going to bed. Hopefully the bat won’t disturb me as I’m trying to get to sleep.