Yeah, Monday morning!!

Monday morning used to be a pest when I was working. It was always a big rush to find something to wear and realizing that what you absolutely needed to wear was in the wash and you had forgotten to photocopy stuff for your class etc. Plus the butterflies in your stomach when you were supposed to start a new class. Sometimes being a teacher starting a new class is like being a stand-up comedian, you have to get their attention with an ice breaker from the start.  I was often grateful that my students were adults. I would have problems with discipline in a class of kids, especially teenagers. If they were mean to me I would probably burst out crying and that wouldn't do, would it? It would be all over Fb and Twitter and YouTube in minutes.

So thankfully I was teaching English to French adult students, which was very rewarding and much less scary.  French students often have an excellent knowledge of  grammar but are intimidated about speaking, so it is a question of getting them to speak and forget the grammar and the "correct way" of saying something and just chat. I quite miss that part, but not the Monday morning panic part.

These are some of my adult students and I must admit that fluency improves with a glass of wine!

Now in my other life Monday morning is great, a new week and new exciting things to do (or not). It helps that it is almost always sunny too. I think I am going to make Monday my blog day.

Yesterday we had a barbecue and it went very well, we were about 15 adults and some children and a gorgeous baby in a cute pink blanket with skulls on it!! Very funky!

I was so busy I almost forgot to take photos but here is one of my Swedish friend L and her boyfriend and a Chinese couple and another one of hubby at the other table.

So this Monday morning means tidying up and doing dishes but I keep thinking of how much fun it was yesterday so it is OK. Also hubby is coming home for lunch since we have so many left-overs to finish off.  Why can I not be reasonable when I have people over?  I always cook for double as many as are actually coming from sheer panic of not having enough. So our son was sent home with enough to eat for a week and we certainly will have enough for a week too. Too bad you can't freeze salads!

Oh, the postman just came, got to go and see if there is anything for us. So bye for now!