by I had the first day of my volunteer English teacher training today. It was great, and it reinforced that the language route should be a good one for me to go down, but there’s a lot of work involved if I’m going to do this properly. At the moment I’m permanently tired. Taking on volunteer work, even if it’s very satisfying as it should be, isn’t going to help. I saw the doctor yesterday because I needed some more beta-blockers, but also because I wanted a chat. After today I’ve decided I need to wrap up this flatting arrangement in a couple of months for my own sanity. Actually doing that – and I want to make Anzac weekend the deadline – will be easier said than done. My flatmate seems as happy as Larry here.
