One teacher off with backache, one with toothache, and one who went into diabetic shock on the floor of the teachers' room ten minutes before the start of class. Two days preparing for British Council inspectors who never actually came. Ten boys stealing pop from a vending machine and six girls caught shoplifting in Lincolnshire, attempting to dispose of nail varnish and New Look shoes in a litter bin. A doctor missing a coach, children getting on the wrong coach, coach drivers arguing about which coach was theirs. Potatoes and pasta for dinner every night, in a watery red sauce with the taste suctioned out.
This week, so far, has been a bit more relaxing.
4 comments:
Aha! The old potatoes and pasta routine, eh? We sometimes get rice as well. And you can always help yourself to a partially defrosted bread roll.
I did attempt to eat something that looked like it might have been rice. And some Turkey 'meatballs' of the kind I thought Jamie Oliver had had banned. Our bread rolls are stale except for once a week - on a random date - when they're avctually edible.
Sounds a bit like the canteen Winston Smith used in 1984.
Though he had a better all round standard of living.
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