A Very Good Friday

I had my first class with the two council groups today, in a building just down the hill from Chichester metro. The students were all women, a mixture of Bangladeshi housewives, Eritrean asylum seekers, Iranian graduates and a couple of glamorous Thai wives. It was a gorgeous spring day, the sort of Friday when you have butterflies in your stomach thinking of the approaching weekend. I walked the hour home after work, stopping off at Lidl halfway to do my weekly shopping. There was blossom on the cherry trees, snowdrops in the grass and crocuses by the roadside. An ice cream van painted in the colours of the Belgian flag played the Teddy Bears Picnic as it crossed the old railway bridge.