First day off!

17th July, we have been working for a few weeks now, we have managed to get up one pay scale, so we have managed almost 100 teach hours, every 75, we get a raise which is a pretty good incentive. Weather today is awful so I am pretty pleased to have given up my class! Yes I am a wimp, ah well. Nick is out there with one of his worst hangovers in a while, plus a pretty big bump on his head from when he fell over running for the bus. Pretty funny, not sure he thinks so! He managed to fall about 4 times in the same place, bit like some awful comedy sketch, so he has bruises on his hips and knees also, none so impressive as the head tho, as it is accompanied by a lump.
Anyways, neither of us has lost a child. Nick got chocolates at the end of last week from one family of kids he taught for the week, they were a bunch of loonies from Western Australia somewhere. And he got a request private, so he is in the good books, tho they did ask for 'Scottish Nick', so he almost did not go! He soon put them straight.
Most instructors on the hill today are hungover or still drunk, as it was staff night last night and prior to that the Snowpix - the annoying guys that come and take your picture and make you pay for the photo - threw us a party which started at half four with free beer and barbie, to convince us to stop with our classes etc. Good fun tho, on kids race day they take pics of us too, and we try and do silly/clever/amusing things, so we now have a photo caption wall. The winner this week was a guy called Corey who has lost at least one child each day, and he looked spaced out, so he has a bubble saying 'where are my kids' and a thought bubble saying ' i love my job' cos it sure as hell does not look like he does. Anyway, it makes sense if you see it, so I will stop trying to explain that now. It is funny, that is all you need to know.
My cousin, Laura, is a doctor now, so Congratulations Lor!!!
Last Wednesday we went out to darts night, Nick was put on a team, he did ok, I was not trusted to throw darts so provided moral support with a beer in my hand. Made for a fun night, Nick and I had our first Jager bombs, awful drinks, as you would imagine because they involve jagermeister, which is every where here. Great. One guy informed me for twenty minutes how bad at my job was, as he had seen me get my class on the bus earlier that day and apparently the way I treated them, he would not want his kids treated like that. Pleasingly he has no kids and he went on the get thrown out for being so drunk. The next event was our lift home losing her jacket and thus he car keys, so after looking around the bar for half an hour for the jacket and failing, we proceeded to drink more to help the situation and then got a lift home with a bouncer, after carrying a realy heavy TV inside that was in the back of the truck we got a lift in. Bizarre. Work thursday was fun after a few hours sleep, we were in bed by 9pm and asleep by 9:05pm to recover. Nick had one of his two day hangovers.
We had a roast dinner sunday, and I managed, after smashing one pot because it may not have been for the oven, oops, to cook Yorkshire puddings, delicious. Not my best, but they were not too bad. Not as flat as Auntie Ann's tho!!
Well, the bus should be here soon, so I am off home to cook some meals and whack 'em in the freezer. Photos to follow hopefully, I keep promising but am as yet to find a means to get them onto a computer!
Jules and Nick xx