In the novella of my life- and it is definately a novella, not a novel, I don't know why but I feel I more of a Breakfast at Tiffany's than War and Peace, but maybe that's because, although undoubtedly a magnificent piece of literature, Tolstoy neglected to mention any cats in his 'magnum opus' and so there was a little piece of me never really bothered... Anyway, in the novella of my life, I feel I am at the bit where it starts to get good. And I shall tell you for why:
I got the other job!!!! I was at the airport on Friday, staring into space and slowly hating life because I had gone to the gate two hours early and there were no toilets and I had no book,when I got a phone call from the other family. Well I actually got a phone call while I was going through security but I've never flown on my own before and I didn't know if you are allowed to answer the phone or not. Actually I'm quite pleased with myself for managing to get on a plane all on my lonesome, considering that the last time I tried to see my cousin in Leeds I missed my coach even though I was sat next to it for twenty minutes, then I ran to Piccadilly and bought a train ticket for a large sum of money then nearly missed the train, then arrived in Leeds with no phone battery and no telephone numbers and no money.
The weird thing is, on Friday, I thought I had no phone credit because it wouldn't let me text anyone, but I tried to one bell the family anyway and miraculously it worked! Then they rang me back and told me I had the job!!!! YEEEEYYYYYY! My Own Place. Food. Money. No Curfew!!!!
The only snag in the cardigan is that now I have to tell my current family that I am giving them a week's notice when they are on holiday, which is pretty bad but no worse than giving someone grated carrot for dinner. I think I'll ring them on Monday, although really I should ring them today but I'm too scared. I have a key to their house though so if worse comes to worse I can hotfoot it back to Paris and grab all my stuff before they come back from holiday. I haven't booked my transport back to Paris yet which will be very expensive but who cares, as of next week I will getting a Proper Person's Salary!
Ahhhh being at home is amazing, I feel like I am in a dream. Last night I had Chinese take-away and watched the MOBOs on TV and drank tea and ate hobnobs then I went to bed in my nice, warm, clean bedroom. I feel like a princess.
I've already put Holiday Skin on. Making plans for money-spending and frolicking this evening. This week is going to be So. Good.