Winter of content

Ok, so it's been months since I've written anything, and I've intermittently splashed a few photos here and there to make it look like I'm not neglecting the blog, but some of you have seen through that LIKE THE OBSERVANT BASTARDS that you are.

So, what to tell?

Well, I've been rather busy, that's what. I've started teaching new students this week, for a new company, and for a better rate than my last school, so I'm pretty pleased about that. The classes are becoming much easier as well, in that I'm not as nervous about things, and the students all seem to like me because I'm sexy and delicious and exotic and knowledgable. If the school give me another few classes then I'll end up earning a decent enough salary to get by. It's certainly taking a while, but I'm slowly getting there. I have a little office in the apartment now too, so it's pleasant to sit and plan classes and use lots of stationery and drink coffee and eat pistachios and look out the window to see why ALL THE CARS ARE BEEPING ALL THE TIME. 

So it's looking up on the work front. 

The apartment is looking great now too. We got a decent sofa freshly upholstered and some cool comfy purple chairs, so it's much more comfortable than it was, and it's great to lounge about and read Fifty Shades of Grey in a nightgown there. I think we'll be getting a tv and cable soon too, so I'll be able to put my feet up and catch the smorgasbord of screaming Latin American women in the evening soap operas. Que legal! 

I think I've pretty much adapted to the lifestyle here. I shudder to think of what I was like 3 years ago; a chain smoking, borderline alcoholic, unfit, unhealthy tramp of a man. Thankfully I've sorted most of that out now, thanks to, well, maturity I guess?          Fart lol  Well, maturity and Hugo's influence. 

So I'm still playing football once a week ( now with new boys on the pitch downstairs ), swimming thrice a week with Hugo, and skipping once or twice a week too. If I keep it up I think I'll be in pretty good shape in a few months. Still can't shift the belly though. It's bloody hard, but I have gone down a waist size, which is good. I remember lending sexy chris a pair of shorts 6 months ago and him having to wear a belt with them, whereas they'd fitted me fine. Embarrassed, I resolved to sort it the fluck out.

Although not as embarrassing as not understanding the concept of a white wash in the washing machine, eh Squeek? 

"Here, wash this please."

"It's blue, it goes in the other wash."

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does, white clothes go in the white wash."

"Whatever. Here, put this in then."

"That's grey.

"For fucks sake"

Anyway, I must go. There's a swimming pool downstairs that needs me.  :D