Alas, I'm getting quite used to Döners, even when I wouldn't touch a kebab in the UK. To be fair, over here, Döners are a national dish, and there's less risk of getting ill then in the UK. Even so, I am going to have to tone things down a little. The problem is when I'm so hungry, I don't want to go home and cook something, and the Döner place is quick, convenient, and reasonabley priced. I am going to have to watch how much meat I eat though...back in Britain, I kept things toned down somewhat, but that's a little harder here in the land of sausages.
Still no sign of the vanished remote control from the Truman Show on Thursday. We now reckon it was never there in the first place, because neither of us have a clue. I know I had the DVD control, but the TV...well, to be honest, I don't use TV controls. I always use the set at home. Anyhow, I didn't end up doing any teaching. My first lesson seems to have been forgotten about, and I wasn't too eager to push it, I'm regretful to say, because I was slightly late into the staff room after washing my hair this morning, and also because the 8th Class are the worst of all the classes I've sat with. I did sit in with the 6th class, but I didn't do anything, and hearing the recorded text for an exercise on ghost stories was aurally painful. The 12th Class are doing exams again, so nothing this week, but I do have something planned for next week, provided Mum actually sends me the newspapers I asked for.
I felt guilty having done so little in school, though, so I decided to work on a worksheet for a future lesson. It took me a whole 2 hours to decide on a topic, and then a further hour and a half working on it: it's an exercise on 'chavs', with an article from 'The Times', intended for the 12th Class...but I hadn't had much breakfast (yes, I prioritised my hair over Müsli), and by then I was ravenous, hence the trip to the kebab store.
...and we come full circle.