You say tomato, I say get stuffed

Helena hugs herself with glee.

I’ve handed in my notice                                                                                                                                                                 Hip hip hip hooray                                                                                                                                                                              I’ve handed in my notice and I’m going out to play

To be more accurate, I handed in my notice at the end of January and am leaving this job 26th Feb.  Calloo, callay!  Not that I’m going to China, at least not right away, although when I get my CELTA at the end of March (fingers crossed) and assuming that the Chinese govt don’t insist on a degree like many countries do [no of course I haven’t checked] I could indeed push off in that direction as apparently there are huge numbers of doting parents who would like their only child to speak Proper English, or so say my Chinese colleagues.  But anyway, that’s not the point.  The point is, no more accounting.   Hee hee hee ha ha ha, no more month ends or dratted year ends!  No more blithering AUDITORS (apologies to any auditors.                                                                                                                                                                                                      No, I thought not.)

A chum is off to Australia for a little while, so tonight we are giving her a good send-off with an evening’s jollity at the Karaoke Box in Frith St.  Those who live in the vicinity will be relieved to hear that their rooms are sound-proofed.