Well, I did promise.
I'm not landed two hours and I've limbered up my tapping finger (slow learner, me) to type you tales of Spain.
1) I sat in the sun.
2) I swam majestically.
3) I did the dishes.
4) I drank beer and wine and whiskey in modest, then immodest, then modest amounts.
5) I ate a lot of quite nice food.
6) I checked my email, but couldn't summon the will to blog.
7) That was about it, really.
It wasn't the most exciting of weeks, to be honest. I just went where the folks told me and tried my best not to wreck their holiday. Once or twice the aul lad and I overdid it on the sauce, while my mam quietly judged us, but by and large it was all about the fuck-all-doing.
That being said, such glorious relaxation ends soon for me, what with my return to Setanta Towers in three short weeks.
Add our Emma's wedding to the mix and there'll be scant time for spending-a-week-staring-stupidly-at-the-gathering-nothingness, but I think I'm ready to rejoin the world.
I've been offered a new and improved lecturing post in the college. Two classes a week, each three hours in duration, a huge jump from what I had last year.
However, I have to wait to find out if 'big bill-paying job' will be compatible with 'small yet far more worthwhile job'*. It's out of my hands, something about contracts and nixers and bureaucratic idiocy, but I will prevail somehow.
I'm even prepared to juggle the two using subterfuge, just like Michael J Fox in 'The Secret Of My Success'. I just need to work on my lovable rogueishness.
*I really hope one of my fancy female students falls in love with me this semester.**
**Must remember to delete this post.