Returning to reality.....

Coming back to London was like

coming back down to Earth from the moon

with a huge depressive drag of gravity.

no more husband

no more sun

no more amazing exotic adventures

no more old friends

no more new babies

just regular old life

i wasnt looking forward to teaching at all.

but it turned out to be pleasantly surprising.

In my first class none of my regular students turned up

(did they know holidays were over,

i hope thats the reason and not

that i've scared them away)

but a new little girl turned up,

7 years old.

she has been teaching herself ballet from a ballet

book she has at home.

It was so nice to spend the time with her

for her first lesson and not just to have 

her manage to scramble along at the back

as i'm sure i'll have to do next week

(if my students turn up)

as she struggled with each new movement,

'wow! thats really hard'

she would say,

and then she would try a little harder.

My second class i was just covering for

another teacher. A boys ballet class with two 10 year old boys.

I actually really enjoy cover teaching as

i can be relaxed and not worry about

teaching class 'etiquette' or discipline,

I asked them what their favourite steps

where and they told me the ones that they like

but only get to do sometimes,

so we did all of them.

So nice to see some really enthusiastic 

(pretty good) boys.

\i guess i'll make it through

here without husband a little bit longer.