Limbo

This week has been a kind of limbo for me - I finished work last friday and have had very little to do. Not that this has stopped me from busying myself. I've been writing, cooking (I've really got into baking cakes), cleaning, going to Spanish lessons, socialising and trying to spend as much thime as possible in the swimming pool without turning into a human prune. But I haven't been able to feel entirely 'on holiday' as the prospect of having to work again has been looming large on the horizon. Tomorrow I start work again, this time on a Holiday Camp for 8 to 12 year olds at a Hotel near to Portuguese border.

This is daunting for three reasons. One) the holiday camp is in English but the children are all Spanish. Having experienced this year just how hard it is to get 8 to 12 year olds to speak English for an hour and a half, I'm dreading the prospect of trying to get them to speak English for the whole week! Two) a week will be the longest time Kate and I have spent apart. Ever! Right from when we first got together I don't think we've ever spent more than a couple of nights apart, let alone since we've been married. I'm going to miss her a lot. And Three) there's no internet at the Hotel!

I'm not sure my facebook/e mail/guardian online/wife addicted psyche will stand it.