Les Mis- Similar to Les Mills. Les is a terrible name for a man. Sorry to everyone called Les. But it's true.

Soooooo many things are going down-toooown in the Moa at the moment!!!!

I lie, a small, limited number of things are going down.

Firstly and most importantly is that I am obsessed with watching Les Mis. Day after day I skip it to the sad bits and sob away. I recall my mother telling me once that she wouldn't let me watch Milo and Otis (shout with glee if you know this film) because I would get too distraught (for everyone who doesn't know the film, it was about a cat and a dog that leave home and get lost, and it was VERY MOVING ALRIGHT???) I'm looking for opportunities at every corner to tell people to "retrieve the flag" and in maths, am always using the digits 24601. Total saddo, but hey, it's a part of my life now!

Secondly, and more life changingly, Liz has forced me into giving my the black gold- aka the liquid love of my life, Coke Zero.I am a dedicated Coke groupie- so delicious! It adds flavour to anything "Only got stale bread to eat? Add a Coke!" "House is messy and you don't feel like cleaning? Add a Coke!" "Just woke up on a Thursday morning and feel like you need something 'extra'? Add a Coke!". The last one is where we obviously pin pointed the addiction......it was at this point that I sullenly agreed to make the change. I've been horrible today- no chocolate in the house + no Coke Zero to come home to-"What is the point in LIVING!!!?" I screamed furiously at Liz (in my head) while she smugly enjoyed her pineapple juice. We will see how this one goes.

I am reeeeally enjoying work here at the moment. The kids in my class are fantastic, and I am going to do a proper blog about some of the cool stuff going on in there at the moment. I feel really blessed and relieved at the nice class I have been dished up this year. It's actually a joy going to work/ work is never a joy but it's close enough.

I'm sick of the insects and the mice and the dirt and the heat. It's not that I can't handle it, I can. But I am sick of it. I have adapted to it all, but begrudgingly. It's so odd how you can adapt to things. For example, I was sleeping this afternoon, after exhausting myself weeping away to Les Mis, when I felt something tickle my arm. It was enough to make me open my eyes sleepily, and who did I see staring back at me, but farking McCready the mouse! I lost it, swearing loudly while simultaneously leaping into the air. McCready made a run for the hills/the back of my wardrobe, where I hope he had some time to think about what he had done!! This is the weird thing tho. I went back onto my bed and WENT BACK TO SLEEP. I didn't even try to kill McCready, which I usually do for sport or when he is pissing me off. I just went back to sleep. I am used to the presence of a wild mouse in my room. That is just really too wrong!
 

I need to go to sleep.

Love Ainsley.