The last week.

Since Sunday I have had a pretty good week. I did not work on Monday but I was able to get an appointment to try and get my National Health Insurance Number. I was able to get it, but it will not bet sent to me for about three weeks. When I got back I just hung around my flat. On Tuesday I did not work either and that got a little annoying, but I decided to go to the British Museum. I went to the museum and stayed there for a bit, but then ended up at a market, walking through some parks and then by the buildings of parliament. When I got home I went to the mexican restaurant with my flat-mates. It was pretty good, it was kind of fancy and had different food on it. It seemed like it was Spanish food but was very good! On Wednesday I did work and went to a Catholic school I was with four and five year olds. They are so young! It was going well and there is a teacher assistant in the room so that is great because she knew what was going on. But at lunch i felt real sick and ended up throwing up in the bathroom. Sorry if that is a TMI for some of you ( to much info) but there it is.  After that I felt so much better and almost finished out the day. With about five minuets to go, the TA was out of the room I started felling sick I had the kids start singing, then ran to their little bathroom and threw up. Again after that I felt so much better, no one new though and the head teacher was asking if I would want to go back to the school. I was went home and thought I was feeling better but then I threw up again outside my tube stop. But at least I found a trash can. I got to my flat and just laid in bed drank water and ate pringles, because those were the closets thing I have to crackers.  I just sat around for a while and just drank sprite and ate breadsticks. It was the fifth of November and that marks the anniversary of when Guy Fawkes failed to blow up parliament.  So people light of fireworks to celebrate. Rory bought some down the street and we light them from atop balcony upstairs. It was fun and they were just little rockets that burst in the air. They were all good and great, until one fizzled and went right into the street.  With that we stooped and ran into the flat. It did not hit anyone or any so were ok. On Thursday I worked at a school pretty close to me and that was fine. Again there was a teacher assistant so that made it so much better. It all went well and there was nothing to special about it. I found out that they wanted me back at the St. Anthony's school I was at the day before. The one I was sick at. They wanted me for Friday and two days next week. So thats good. I went back to St. Anthony's school today and it went fine again nothing special but nothing ridiculous either. Oh however in the staff room the head teacher and second head teacher brought in a bottle of whine and offered it around to all the teachers, that seemed a bit strange. But no one else seemed to think so.  I just got back to my flat and am going to pack for tomorrow when I leave to Wales.  Im pretty excited about it. 

Sorry this is so boring, just not a lot going on at the moment. Hope everyone is doing well and having a good November. Have a Pumpkin Spice latte for me, I miss those! 

   Love lots Ang

The photo is us lighting the fireworks of on Wednesday.