Yesterday I awoke feeling down as usual
To do with being 80, waiting, waiting, waiting for a quadruple bypass (the preop was on 29 March) and unwanted side effects from medication
At 7.15 am I received a phone call from the language school where from time to time I teach English to visiting foreign students
They asked if I were free to teach for 3 hours that morning to 10 French teenage girls and a boy
At 8.50 am I was bounding up the steps to the Centre forgetting that stairs are now something of a killer
One of the girls was from Montpellier and knew Maugio where one of my brothers used to live and where I have visited and knew the beach at Palavas-the original French Riviera
The two "lookers" in the class were both anxious to be my Rachel Riley for the flip chart games
It was their last day and they had been on the London Eye and knew the Gherkin, the Shard, the Walkie Talkie and the Cheesegrater and had done a lot of walking in Town
We discussed the Tour de France but not the Test Cricket
I helped present the attendance certificates to the whole group about 70 in all-I asked their teacher whether we were supposed to kiss them but they said that it wasn't necessary
The students all look so ordinary standing in the corridors or waiting to board their enormous coach but really come to life in the class room
The groups usually come by ferry rather than by the Tunnel or by air and they can see the White Cliffs of Dover but it takes 24 hours door to door
I asked one of the English teachers (who showed me her bypass scar) how long she had been teaching and she said "5 years too long!"
But once in a way it makes all the difference to one's day