This weekend I have mainly been in a hotel in Zlicin (North Bohemia) teaching ‘conversational English’ drinking local beer, eating in a canteen, trying unusual meat products and generally wishing I had brought more than one CD and maybe even a book or magazine.
On returning to Prague today I found to my surprise that I had (been) moved house (for) while I had been away. I haven’t been to the house yet and had to phone Hamish to find out where the hell I live. Unfortunately I had no phone battery and this coupled with a couple of misunderstandings has led to me leading an afternoon of trying to find Hamish / Bea / Bob and standing at a tram stop in Florenc comedy style hilarity.
Fortunately now all is fine and I have a double master bedroom pimp-pad to go back to.
Chao Chao.