Yesterday we walked into Prades, after Heather and I did our daily water aerobics, to watch the football (I´m getting really into it and REALLY want Spain to win now) and they won and it was all happy jokes so we got on the Sangria. Rapido. We ended up in the taxi to Poblet again to revisit ´Xenon´the ´club´ with the broken glass floor and podiums. We were all SO steaming and no one remembers and the photos are hilare and we had to jump the fence on the way home and simon (the boss) has lost his glasses and spent the whole day without them which was funny. Teaching was so hard today, the worst headache, and children are pretty noisy? you get. We got followed around by these two fat bogger men who were having a birthday.

The kids performed the very hungry caterpillar to the other classes and it was good and i was proud. They also sat their second exam and so we had to mark them, file all their reports, certificats, exams, photos and things ready to be collected tomorrow when the richass parents come and collet them and mingle with us talking about them. One girl in my class made me a card which was really touching but then Liam pointed out it had the word ´cunto´on it haha whatever.

Tonight the kids had a ´love night´where they all CRY. It is SO weird. The monitors somehow make them all cry by reminding them that theyre leaving and never going to see everyone again etc. It was pretty creepy. 220 wailing weeping sobbing children.

Other than that, Heather did a shit on her blanket. We are moving out tomorrow and then moving back in. Massive party tomorrow night to celebrate the end of the first term, it´s actually gone pretty quickly in relation to the first three or four days which were so long and hard. We have more time off in the afternoons now to chill so it´s good.

There is an Irish song going round that we sing when we are drunk´, it starts Íf i was a pretty barmaid (repeat) and I could marry the man I want (repeat) I would marry a builder (repeat) cos, he would nail and i would nail and we would nail together, oh what fun we would have, nailing one another´ ask for a rendition.