Panic Station!

You know, I'm all over the bloody place at the moment. Chest feeling horribly bruised (in desperate need of my Asthma Review) and all the deep coughing doesn't help. I've ended up sounding like a barking sea lion today, gasping for air. Big baggy pants!

So... I'm also day three into trying to (re)learn Spanish and I don't know if I have enough hours in the day to do this alongside the workload I have on at school right now. Hmmmm... If I am out doing Voluntary work in South America and needed as a 'teacher', I don't feel confident that I'll have strong enough grasp of Spanish to communicate in the way that I like to with children. I would, however, be able to order a beer and a slice of toast whilst telling the waiter that it is a beautiful town square but where is the Tourist Office and my bedroom.

Panicky panicky pants in a twist.

Cannot wait to have Mum up in London later on in the week. I feel as though I really need her at the moment.