Zrušení

One of the delights of being EFL teacher is the surprise of a last-minute cancellation. At least it is when the cancellation comes between planning the lesson and departing for it. An unexpected hour (or more) window of free time is added to your schedule, nay to your life. And (hopefully) you still receive payment for it. These gaps within the day, unexpected, or planned as one travels between lessons, pauses for a coffee or fried cheese, or manages to nip home for a lunch and some TV mean that, unlike any of my previous jobs, I am not paid for being on-call (on-edge) all the time. This ‘down-time’ (to use IT terminology) is bliss, and means that I can no longer imagine working a 7-8 hour day in an office again. As much as I enjoyed the time and peace it allowed me to concentrate on the task(s) in hand, I much prefer the planning for shorter periods (90 minutes maximum at present) and discovery of unknown Prague – especially as the sun has started to shine and the snow and ice hs finally gone. Just need to stock up on antihistamines. Then I can sit in the sunshine on Olšanská, or wait for a tram on the other side of the river, or wander through Holešovice without a care in the world.

Pruhy

Snow that is, like, in the shade does not, like, melt as fast as snow that is not.

Nepůsobnost

Another 4-6 weeks have passed. And I have written nothing. And have not had the urge to. Sorry. Prague is not so very different to London. Smaller. Things are written in Czech. But otherwise, not too different. A partially-homogenised capital like the others around the world. Some national idiosyncracies. But far less of a culture shock than I had imagined. That is all.