Holiday Inn Express Banbury M40 Jct.11
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"How not to handle that situation, by Larry Klein." - Emma
"Kelly Smith, ignoring subtleties since 1980-something." - Emma
"Let's put this baby to bed!" - Kelly
"Yes! Let's put this baby in a blender...wait, what?" - Emma
Emma was on a roll today with quotations.
Today was our final day of prep before the students arrive tomorrow, and as expected it was insane. I skipped the 10AM faculty meeting to ...
... he worked abroad. The next thing I remember is walking out of the airport in Bangkok and the excitement/anxiety that came with it. There's nothing like that feeling of realising you're on your own and I've been chasing it ever since.
I won't go into too much detail on that trip. I think it suffices to say it was incredible and inspired me to do what I'll be doing come April. I'll leave you with a few of the highlights:
Meeting a 28 year old Thai local in Chiang ...
... on one of the benches in the meadow to read for a while, and apparently I was so still and content as to look appealing to my British feathered friends, because a frickin’ pigeon landed right on my head! I swatted at it, but it got tangled up in my curly hair and started having a pigeon freak out. It finally flew away, but I was quite shaken as this is not the first bird attack I’ve sustained in my life. I swear this stuff only happens to ...
... some beautiful porcelain and ceramics. Before donation to the National Trust the house was owned by the heir to the Shell company fortune who again was an avid collector.The theme of this house was immediately pre 2nd World War and the rooms looked just as if someone had left them a moment ago. In fact I felt like I was intruding!! There were two rooms devoted to Shell advertising over the past decades, my how things change! Also at this venue was a ...
... picturesque. There were random castle towers atop rolling hills
littered with sheep and adorable towns every few kilometres. We ended
our hike in a picture-perfect village from I think the 17th
Century. It is now home to fancy cars and rich people, but it looks
like it is straight out of an old English movie. We had drinks and
watched the football (soccer) at the local “social club” a sort
of casual bar filled ...