For two weeks we could not stop talking. We would talk about anything and everything.
It first started out with a text here and a text there. Soon this was not enough anymore. We had to use Skype to message each other. This was great fun. We would talk and talk. Day in and day out. Even though I was on half term break, this did not stop the chatting. I've never wished a holiday to be over as much as I did the February half term of 2010.
And then you got ill just as the half term came to an end. Swine flu. This did not stop the chatting. I worked by day; you slept. We chatted right through the long nights with no sleep for the wicked!
The turning point for me was when I fell asleep at a course on the Thursday. This night we did not chat...
Saturday, 21 December 2013
Saturday, 7 December 2013
The Meet Cute
It all started in the North wing corridor of the school. I was the new Maths teacher and you were the well-established Network Manager. I was flustered by my inability to teach in a foreign country and you were walking around with blushing cheeks and a sheepish smile every time we walk past each other.
One dreadful winter's afternoon the news came: OFSTED are on their way. This time I was not the only one to get flustered over teaching. Everyone was scrambling to perfect their art. Me? I'm just trying to get the buggers to listen, let alone teach!
Unscathed we survived the inspection (turns out, I'm not such a bad teacher after all!) and my then boss invites the department for a celebratory drink in 'The Library' (our codename for the local pub) to finish off a stressful week. And this was where The Meet Cute occurred .
He wanted to buy me a drink. Doe-eyedly I agree to it, but decided to walk with him to the counter. A whisper in his ear made him burst out with laughter: "The wine in my glass is actually water, I'm driving. Please don't tell the others, they will know for sure that I'm a lightweight then!"
Naturally all members of staff know now and 'till this day the teasing still crops up.
He hates cricket. I'm a fanatic. I tried to teach him the rules (using wooden spoons as you do!) at The Library on that fateful night, you know, to keep the conversation going. I did not succeed: he still hates it.
The dates that followed were interesting and very romantic. I will get a text with a postcode. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Terrified I would drive along country lanes and other scary places in complete darkness just to involuntarily flutter my eyelids and feel my heart skip a beat. I'm sure the car park snogging made for great spectator entertainment!
One dreadful winter's afternoon the news came: OFSTED are on their way. This time I was not the only one to get flustered over teaching. Everyone was scrambling to perfect their art. Me? I'm just trying to get the buggers to listen, let alone teach!
Unscathed we survived the inspection (turns out, I'm not such a bad teacher after all!) and my then boss invites the department for a celebratory drink in 'The Library' (our codename for the local pub) to finish off a stressful week. And this was where The Meet Cute occurred .
He wanted to buy me a drink. Doe-eyedly I agree to it, but decided to walk with him to the counter. A whisper in his ear made him burst out with laughter: "The wine in my glass is actually water, I'm driving. Please don't tell the others, they will know for sure that I'm a lightweight then!"
Naturally all members of staff know now and 'till this day the teasing still crops up.
He hates cricket. I'm a fanatic. I tried to teach him the rules (using wooden spoons as you do!) at The Library on that fateful night, you know, to keep the conversation going. I did not succeed: he still hates it.
The dates that followed were interesting and very romantic. I will get a text with a postcode. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Terrified I would drive along country lanes and other scary places in complete darkness just to involuntarily flutter my eyelids and feel my heart skip a beat. I'm sure the car park snogging made for great spectator entertainment!
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