Look here Mister, I am NOT a bloody cat....

....or a dog, or any other kind of animal that can be clicked at, whistled at and (much to my disgust) hissed at.
It would seem that even in a cosmopolitan city like a Madrid.....a head of blonde hair in a sea of brunettes is a health hazard. A change of colour is required if I want to get through the rest of the year without slapping/punching/screaming at the offending chicos.

anyway...rant over.

Madrid is still lovely - the Christmas lights are up and ready to be switched on, the weather is cold, crisp and beautiful, and there´s a festive smell in the air. Yay...I love Christmas. Can´t afford it though....so will make do with just eating too much.

Lessons are still going well - hard work, and I think I´ve finally managed to pick up the bug that has been doing the rounds which makes the whole exercise just that little bit harder, but on the whole everything is great.

Speaking of bugs, my head is all fogged up and I can´t really think of anything else interesting to say...so I´m going to go.

Hope everyone is well, wherever you are

Luego

Liv x x x

A mugs game

Good morning/afternoon/evening to you all, depending on your exact location in the world.

You will all be pleased to hear that I have been forced off my sofa and shoved into the world of work at last, more´s the pity. Yep....I am now a proper teacher with real students and everything. I work in an enormous Spanish engineering company teaching all the engineering boffins how to say "This isn´t a pen, it´s a book". Or....to my more advanced students "You jammy git", "I fancy a nice cuppa", "You´ve only gone and blown the bloody door off".
And...its actually quite fun. Each one of my groups is totally different...from the very serious older students to a group about my own age which, despite my best efforts seems to inevitably descend into an hour of laughing my ass off and teaching them wholly inappropriate language. So...all is going well on the work front!!

On a damper, darker and slightly scarier note.....I managed to get mugged last week. Which was lovely. It was about 2am and I was literally outside my apartment building when some charming South American guy launched himself at my handbag and managed to drag me halfway across the road before the reflex action of holding on to my possessions finally let go. So, it was with a bruised arse, ripped coat and minus my wallet and beloved MP3 player that I went to the police the next day and spent a surprisingly enjoyable morning with my friend Rachel looking at mugshots. Unfortunately my own Mr Mugger wasn´t amongst the little bastards. Oh well.....it´s only stuff and it could have been alot worse.
I´ve resolved to start carrying around a "dummy handbag" filled with either rocks or dog poo (i cant decide which would be worse) in order to give any future theives a nice little surprise.

But aside from minor street crime, am still loving Madrid and everting it has to offer. I must be off....have a busy weekend of socialising ahead of me and must be prepares.

Take care, y un beso para todo

Liv x x x