two years two months two days

I’m back to working, well, part-time and doing all sorts of ELT-related jobs, from teaching a few of the school’s one-to-one students and filling in for colleagues to fulfilling Cambridge English speaking examiner duties like examining kids and attending meetings. I’ve also been trying to move into another flat for over a month now, wasting time and money on bureaucracy and putting a lot of effort, physical effort, into taking most of my stuff to what’s soon, all being well, going to be my new place - on foot, in suitcases and rucksacks of various sizes (well, let me give credit where it’s due and add that my father, besides helping me with the whole process in various ways, spent over a week in my current flat and carried more rucksacks and dragged more suitcases than I did - and he’s nearly 70, and I really love him). I believe all this has kept me away from Wales and from Welsh, that is, from writing about the country and studying the language. I equally believe I haven’t don...

Today I had a shower. Ces i g awod heddiw , I think - I think that’s correct, linguistically, I mean. Showers are no big news around here ( I was reading about bullet journals the other day and was very surprised to see ‘have a shower’ as a personal hygiene goal for one’s day - like, it shouldn’t be a goal, it should be a reality?... Well, but I suppose that, if you're depressed...), but this one reminded me of, of course, Wales. Bar of soap gone (scent of guava flower, L’Occitane - one of the very few things I can, or rather could, afford to buy from them -, its Brazilian line, really worth one’s money, trust me), I remembered I had one (actually, many, I have many) from Cardiff and went searching for it. I was taken back to the city the moment its aroma reached my nostrils (all bruised inside due to a crisis of rhinitis and a cold or something of the kind). I’m not joking (or aiming to write a poor woman’s version of Proust’s gustatory epiphany - and he mentions the Celts!.....