Volunteering

On Wednesday evenings I peg leg it straight from work up Westgate Hill to the Newcastle ESOL service, where I help / get in the way of students doing two hour long open learning classes. This seemingly altruistic gesture is of course a cynical ploy to grab paid teaching work. Much as I enjoy being on my feet and interacting with people rather than having their voices piped into my ear at six second intervals, Wednesdays now feel like a sleep, work, work, sleep quick step between Tuesday and Thursday. Which is probably why I feel like it's 6pm when my watch tells me it's after ten.