This morning I woke up, jumped in the shower, threw on my clothes, dried my hair, threw a card and a box of chocolates at my sleeping boyfriend and legged it out of the door.
And they say romance is dead.
Better than a frying pan round the head, that's what I say!
Today was the first Sign Club at work. I had it all planned out. First a short introduction to sign language establishing that I am not a qualified teacher - if they want to learn it proper, like, go on a course. After this I handed out a fingerspelling chart and paired everyone up for a speed dating session where they had to introduce themselves by their porn star names (first pet name and the name of the first road you lived on). It is Valentines Day after all. Then a run through the alphabet and any key words they wanted to know - who, why, where, how, when, what and countless cuss words that would have my mother clipping me round the ear.
I was shaking like a leaf.
And I have orange dye between my fingers from my fake tan.
You can't buy class.
1 comment:
Valentines Day?! That explains the icy stare and long periods of silence!
Sound like your first class went well!
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