Have you noticed that wherever you are in the room, the nipples on the front row all seem to be looking at you? |
We've had to sell my father-in-law in order to buy this |
Setting up the school was hilarious. Well, sort of hilarious. I mentioned a lot of that back in Episode10: 'Back to (the other) school', but what I didn't mention was what happened after the initial set-up and our many, MANY trips to Ikea. The answer.......? Nothing much! We started with a few clients and weren't making enough money to cover my chocolate habit, let alone the rent on the place. I went to my Spanish lessons in the morning, then would go out for coffee with the lovely girls in my class and afterwards, drive over to the school where José was waiting for me to make his lunch. Then I'd sit on the computer - not literally you understand - play on Farmville, read the newspapers, download stuff from iTunes, listen to music and generally lounge about doing very little until he had finished his last lesson of the day. Then we would go home. Apart from the fact we weren't earning very much, it was a reasonably idyllic lifestyle and I quite enjoyed this self-employment lark.
So, trust some nosey bugger to go and put a spanner in the works! They suggested an online company called 'Let's Bonus', which is a sort of perpetual sale (or REBAJAS - you've not had a Spanish lesson for a while) for posh people. It sells things that the common-or-garden pleb wouldn't really need or couldn't afford, at a very reduced price. Anyone fancy a two-week welding and cupcake decorating holiday in Uzbekistan in November? Sure, the price is significantly reduced, but these holidays pile the extras on once you've bought them. The holiday costs about €2,50 on the website instead of the "regular price" of €1500, but that's only for the accommodation. With flights, airport taxes, hotel transfers and the hire of your own welding kit and icing bag, it comes in at - you've guessed it - €1500 per person. A bargain!!! But that's what they do; they hook the unsuspecting punter in and once they've taken the bait, slap 'em with a load more costs. We looked at it and decided that was a business plan we could adopt and so we decided to advertise our Conversation Classes on there.
Belén Esteban TV presenter; Mother; Jeremy Kyle wannabe; Media Whore |
The lack of money is an interesting thing. I'm very partial to money and rather liked being paid each month from the NHS. I have to say that is the one thing I do miss about it. If I could persuade my old Trust to keep paying me as a nod to the 21 years of loyal service I gave it whilst not actually doing anything there, that would be a happy medium. The NHS are renowned for wasting money and I was rather hoping that they would waste some in my direction, but it wasn't to be. So, I've learned to be frugal, which is a word I was so unfamiliar with that I had to look it up in the dictionary. We've taken to buying the 'Basic' brand of some things in a well known supermarket as some things taste just as nice and cost half the price. Mind you, I won't let José take it out of the shop in a see through bag. It has to be at least double-bagged so that no-one knows I'm actually poor. We've also stopped buying some things that we never really used such as gulls eggs, kohlrabi, and Tena Lady.
Kohlrabi - lovely with faggots and chips, but now a luxury |
Some days I leave home at 8.10am and don't get home until nearly 10pm. I'm not used to it. My poor frail body can't cope and I have to eat a Kit-Kat at regular intervals throughout the day to sustain me. Plus I'm no longer sitting on reception just doing my nails. Guess who is taking most of the conversation classes? Mind you, they're easy-peasy. I mean, hands up who would like to get paid for sitting around and talking all day?? I give them a few phrases they've never heard of ("eeh, bah 'eck Ma it's a bit parky in 'ere!"), explain what it means and they go away happy as Larry (or Luis, as they would say here). The best thing of all is..........and are you reading this carefully, my lovely nurse friends.......? There are no bloody notes to write up afterwards!!! No care plans! No eCPA. Nothing! I just kick 'em out of the front door and bugger off home myself. Sometimes I have to pinch myself because I think I'm dreaming.
Even the bloody dog won more than I did! |
I know it's been a little longer than usual between blogs this time and it may be that way for a little time to come, as we're so busy these days. I've managed to write this one as we still have the afternoon free on Wednesdays, although that luxury is also about to come to an end, but I really don't blame José at all for that. Not one jot!! No no no no no no!! I will keep writing them though as life here is still as strange as it ever was. I guess I just don't notice it as much these days, the impact of which is a little too scary to objectively contemplate.
..........and we'll sell my mother-in-law in order to afford this!! |