Um...something weird just happened - but there is every chance that it was my own stupidity or absentmindedness that allowed it to occur, so I’m not going to comment.

So...yay! Here I am! Writing!  I am here to make up for my lack of commentary on important issues around the globe. Or failing that, a mildly interesting whine about all the things that seem to only ever happen to me.

You know, you can get coach fares to Edinburgh for £4. How good is that? And to think I paid £30 return last time I went. The current date that I’m leaving London is the 24 May - but it seems that could actually change to be a little earlier. It looks like James and Laura have found someone new, although Laura seems less than completely convinced. I met her the other day, when Laura interviewed her - she seems really lovely and not like an axe murderer at all, though quite shy. Laura’s reservations stem from that - she’s worried that the kids will run rings around her. Which I guess is a legitimate concern.

I am so painfully excited about the next four weeks - well, not the next four weeks themselves, but more about what happens after them. We leave for Paris on the 24th of May, which is going to be AMAZING...! I loved Paris the first time round, but I have a feeling it will be prettier in spring than it was in the middle of winter. There may be a lack of baguette fights and cartwheels this time around, but I am still incredibly incredibly excited by the prospect.

And then, after that, I leave for Edinburgh! Everything here is so much easier now that I know that it’s only a matter of weeks until I’m off. Have I blogged about all this yet? I told James and Laura last Tuesday night - it was agonising to tell them. I wanted to do it the second I got home, but of course that wouldn’t do. Then I wanted to do it on the Monday night, but there was so many dramas all that night that I couldn’t compound their worries, so I just left it. By Tuesday night I was getting really antsy about it, and knew that if I didn’t tell them then I was just as likely to never say it and either work there forever or leave in the middle of the night.

They have both been really good about it - Laura said she wasn’t that surprised, but she did mention to me last night while we were chewing the fat that she was devastated. Apparently it had taken five months to find me in the first place, and she wasn’t so keen on training someone new. I can understand all that, and it makes me feel awful about leaving, but it’s not fair on anyone if I stay. Laura and I had a really lovely chat last night, about stuff and things - I feel like I’m leaving a friend, rather than a job.

There was bedlam here Tuesday morning...Abbie has been cutting her hair for no apparent reason, for the last couple of weeks, and she just recently did it badly enough for it to be incredibly noticeable. She has cut herself a little fringe, but she’ll also been hacking at the back of it - you can tell because when Laura brushed her hair, it all came out. I found all these little hidey holes with chunks of hair in them when I was cleaning her room yesterday.

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