A week ago I (very literally) crash landed into La Rochelle airport (thanks Ryanair) to begin my working holiday in the South of France.
Yes, I really did do it again.
The baby poo and sleepless nights of Spain apparently just weren’t enough to deter this…err…serial…working-holiday-ist? from another summer in the sun.
Yes well done Laura excellent use of your English degree to create concise and grammatically correct sentences.
Not only have I decided to spend yet another summer hundreds of miles away from family and friends and the comforts of home, but once again I’ve managed to wind up in the middle of nowhere.
Did I miss the memo about the existence of cities?
I’m starting to think that dropping geography in year nine was a bit of a mistake.
The warning signs were early….first of all we weren’t allowed to disembark the plane because the airport was too small for two aircrafts. Then as we were driven along the long winding roads past open fields and countryside the familiarity with rural essex, the land of horse-related train delays and escapee cows, became all too obvious.
It’s so peaceful you can hear a pin drop.
I am currently ensconced in a little shared annex with a fellow student from Leeds university for the next nine weeks.
My job? A mix of cleaning work, general grounds maintenance, the odd bit of cooking, playing with the kids, and….err more cleaning work.
My foreseeable Saturdays involve deep cleaning seven houses before the new guests arrive at 4pm.
Manual labour for the win!
On the flip side the hosts are lovely, the grounds are beautiful and we have a little kitchenette to make cups of tea to wile away the time….lots of cups of tea…so much tea…
In fact I think I have to go for my 47th wee of the day.
P.S. Breaking news! I’ve just today decided to switch to Earl Grey after a dire shortage of PG tips and a brief and not-so-tasty fling with Ceylon tea (which I’m told is from Sri Lanka). Yes this is the most breaking of all the news this week. #CountryLiving.