A fair few months have passed since my last story and admittedly, while there has been the occasional fling, my relationship with both my boss and my pupil’s mother (if you’re new around here, feel free to take a look at my older stories, I’ve had some wild experiences while living abroad), there has been little adventurous or exciting enough to write about until recently.
Last week was our Christmas party. Early I know, but we are well aware that the closer it gets to the holidays, the busier everyone gets so we get everyone together at the earliest possible occasion. We have the party at school on the weekend in a communal area outside as the temperature is around 24°C so it is perfect. We all bring a dish each, alcohol and we usually prepare several litres of homemade Irish cream on top of all the beer, wine and spirits that people bring which goes down a treat. Basically, it gets messy.
Of course, as it gets later into the evening, the music gets turned up louder, people start dancing, singing, the music gets louder, people fall over, and inhibitions ultimately get lowered. The usual things you expect at a Xmas do. My eyes couldn’t help but get drawn towards my boss who is a disaster when it comes to holding her liquor.