Integration...

Back in the olde country 3 weeks now.

Aside from the monsoon-like weather the first week, the hand-delivered demand from the tax-man (never forwarded to me) and layer of filth left by the departing tenants....it has gone pretty well.

According to the letter the tax-man actually called to the door looking for me!
Never ceases to amaze me, since I haven't earned a crust in 6 years, how I always get the tax demands and hubby always gets the refunds.

Our adventures in France seem like a dream. Really it feels like we never left.
Which is worrying.

The kids have slotted into their new schools happily.
Princess reports that Tara in her class "Mammee, she speaks the same language as me!"

I'm back to work...which after nearly 6 years as a Stay-at-Home-Mom and general master of my little universe...comes as quite a shock. I am really really blessed to have the option of returning, as work is as rare as hen's teeth for anyone right now.

Work has shocked me out of my middle class bubble.
My first walk across the car-park on induction day, I saw a junkie beating the crappola out of his girlfriend/sister/fellow queuer.

Today we had a 3 hour talk on non violent crisis intervention....AKA how to protect yourself when being attacked without injuring the patient. The tutor had plenty of war stories about his experiences including being out of work for 4 months after being beaten by a patient with a crutch. My classmates also had some hair raising tales of their experiences at the hands of confused, drying out, and definitely un-grateful patients.

Oh yes we're home sweet home.

I've enjoyed blogging.
This is my last post so OVER and OUT!
Thanks for reading Ann!