Remember when I used to work...

Wednesday is often one of my favourite days here. The afternoon feels like a bonus day off that we're just not used to in England. Today was even better than that on the level of time off - all of my four classes were cancelled due to mock exams and trips but somehow I didn't quite make the most of the time. I woke up late and spent the day applying for jobs but with no positive response ever seeming to arrise I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. No one was free to drown my sorrows in a glass of wine either so I took to having a little nap in the bath and wasting my time away that way. Wrote a couple of letters to England too. I don't even remember what I did in the evening. I should be profiting from France, but I'm moping about the fact that there's not much time left. Must stop that!