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Mmmnnn. I just bought a tuna sandwich. Even simple food always tastes better when someone else prepares it. I love it that Phil does most of the cooking; he’s a very good cook. I can cook, as well, but my dishes tend to be too spicy for him, so he prefers to do most of it. There’s nothing sexier than a man really loves to cook.
Fencing last night was good, although my knee was bothering me so I didn’t do too much bouting. They had a new coach there who was a sabre fencer. *woo hoo!* I had been on the verge of quitting, actually. This is a very large group of beginners in a very small space, there aren’t enough lessons, so people just kind of have to figure it out for themselves, and there are too many unsupervised small children who are flat-out dangerous: walking through the middle of the floor with no masks on, kids running around taking great whacks at each other with blades, etc. When I fenced in Los Angeles, it was a much more structured environment. There were proper lessons on a weekly basis, and you could bout with a variety of fencers of all levels, which would improve your own skills. I don’t know…we’ll see what happens. I was enjoying it, but I’ve become frustrated.
Why do so many people smoke here? I expect it in the pubs, and just tend to not go in places that are thick with smoke. What I am amazed at, though, are the amount of young people who smoke. Why? This job, as you probably know, is at an FE college. You can’t walk from building to building without having to push your way through crowds of students who all seem to have a cigarette permanently attached to their mouth. (I refuse to use the word “fag.” It means something else, very nasty and derogatory, in the States and I cringe every time I hear it here – although it can be unintentionally amusing. A phrase like “I’m going to step out and have a fag” brings interesting images to mind.) Anyway, I never smoked because my parents did, and we all hated it as kids. Why do these kids smoke? Also, how do they afford it?
Well, back to surfing. What can I say? It’s a job. Someone has to do it and I do it well. *s* Three days left, and counting…