What do you write on the first day of your new blog? I just wanted somewhere to record my attempts to become the person I've always felt I had a right to be. So each day should detail some new act of creation - if it goes right - or some musings on where I've gone wrong. Actually today has seen no major advances, although I felt strongly in control in class and my students seemed to be really connecting with me.

I've invited them all out to the pub on Thursday night - have to be careful with that word invite - it means you pay for all the drinks in Spanish and probably Italian too - I said I would be sharing my time, not my wallet. (That's cos students traditionally buy their teachers beer - long held British custom).

I really wanted to speak to Ann about doing the weekend, but she was in such a tizz. 'Today, I am the manager of the school.. - no one else takes any responsibilty round here.' I said to Devi, who called me to find out how my recruiting was going, that I would contact Ann on Sunday but I didn't do it, and I'm not sure why - I had plenty of time. I even had a conversation with her where it could have come up naturally, or at least easily.

I am feeling rather guilty about not contacting anyone to find out how their recruitment is going. I haven't had the time and I'm sure I'm going to be emailed to give an account of myself tomorrow. Anyway, tommorow is dealing with resentment day, so if I'm feeling pissed off with too much LT hassle, I will be able to deal with it.

Somtimes I wonder if there is such a difference between BLT and ALT, as Dan and Ann, and now I, call it.

Oh, checked with Level 42 - I have booked for 1st Feb. I looked towards the lifts and felt a little sick. They said we would have to stand if there is more than five of us - we would still be able to be by the windows. I think I must have been imagining myself snuggled up in some huge armchair in a corner, because I was not best pleased at this news. If I hated the London Eye, what the hell am I letting myself in for? Well at least it doesn't go round - does it? And the daft thing is it's MY idea for MY birthday treat.