Tales Don't Tell Themselves
Jun 28, 2013 18:59:27 GMT -5
Post by Devon Wentsworth on Jun 28, 2013 18:59:27 GMT -5
Send to: [Cade ]
Subject: [Long time no speak]
[Message body:]
Heya C.
Sorry it's been a while, but I've picked up a laptop at last! Yay!
The move went not too badly, though the place I'm in now is so very wrong. It's too clean and neat and I'm not allowed to do anything with it. I'm going to start looking for somewhere else soon, try and find somewhere a bit more me. The estate prices over here are ridiculous! The sale of my shitty little flat back there is going to buy me a house here! Like, an actual house, with bedrooms in the plural! Your house would probably buy you a mansion here, with peacocks and butlers and everything.
Anyway, the school is pretty great. The classes are going really well and most of the kids seem to have a lot of potential. There's already been some... drama, though. Some kids messing about and being arseholes, very nearly got me in a whole world of shite. I've already had to go see the school shrink. I'm not kidding, I really did have to go see the psychiatrist. Don't panic though, I'm okay. I'm not getting arrested or anything. I'll tell you about it properly when I next get you on Skype. The psych seems a really pretty awesome guy though, even with the mind-reading thing. Just a shame my first week was a complete cluster-fuck. Still, so far I've managed to avoid having to try to eat grits, so it's not all bad.
The rest of the staff seem pretty decent too. I think I've fallen in love with the chef's cooking skills; first time I met him, he gave me fish and chips. Just gave them over to me, like I was a starving puppy. Which I kinda was (café food for so many days straight sucks) but still. Seriously, it was epic, with vinegar and everything. It could have put Tommy's chippy to shame. Don't tell Tommy I said that. I think he'd be able to kick my arse regardless of the distance.
Unrelated but important note regarding arse kicking:
HA! Stakhovsky beat Federer! You owe me £50 next time I see you!
Right, it's probably about time I ate something so I'm gonna go. Hope you have an awesome time at Glastonbury, but not too much fun without me, yeah? If you can get a video of Bastille and Arctic Monkey's sets I'll let the £50 slide.
Give mum my love when you see her, but maybe don't tell her about me having to go visit the shrink so soon after getting here.
Until next time,
D.
P.S. Send jaffa cakes. And jammie dodgers. And real tea bags.