Rain, rain, go away

But don't bother coming again another day. Miserable weather here in Oxford. I wore gloves and a scarf cycling into work this morning and it didn't warm up too much... Had to wear them again to go to aerobics at 6pm. I wish I could curse on this blog, but my gramma is reading, so I'd better watch my mouth.

NOT TO MENTION the fact that it's been raining for nearly two weeks straight. We splurged and paid £60 to get to Brighton this past weekend, to visit our friends Jon and Natasha (I forgot to bring my camera, so no dramatic photos of us huddling in the rain by the sea). It poured the entire weekend, and the wind was fantastic... In a not-so-enjoyable way. In the way where it blows in your face, and you have trouble inhaling, so it feels like you're having an asthma attack. A lovely weekend by the shore... How invigorating.

One thing we did do this weekend was watch the Eurovision song contest, which was highly entertaining in a very very cheesy way. All the acts were predictably terrible, which I'm told is the norm. However, the highlight of the evening was the fact that Finland walked away with the prize!! Not only that, but they earned the most points ever out of any contest in the past. Very impressive showing from my dark cousins from the north. It was a Laplander group called Lordi, and they sang a pseudo-heavy metal song called "Hard Rock Hallellujia" while dressed as orcs from the _Lord_of_the_Rings_, pretty much. It was absolutely awful, but you can't help being proud of your kin.

But now it's back to work... Teaching again, only in the mornings now, as I'm going to try to rustle up some private business in the afternoons, as well as trying to help my school achieve British Council accreditation after an inspection in August. There's a lot of prep work to be done for it, an our academic manager has asked me to help with that a few hours a week. So that's a good thing. I like organising other people's messes. Again, if only I could do that for a living...