So, tonight, the WC has shat itself and is refusing to flush. Again.
As previously mentioned, I've already encountered, endured and [more or less] overcome a few hiccups in this apartment. I've even managed to laugh sometimes.
Broken toilets, however, I do not take kindly to.
Less bearable is the constant tinkling of water in the blocked pipes.
So, short of drowning my sorrows in baijiu [apparently it's not healthy to drink alone], have turned to my growing collection of googlemusic-pillaged Kings of Leon and Morrissey in order to distract myself.
But, really, it's not all bad. Have a few things to look forward to; none more than our first payday on Friday. Will be appropriately celebrated with a tipple or two and a meal that isn't la mian.
And, despite latest apartment-related crisis, have had a few laughs lately. Like, trying to elicit 'the pig is sitting on my shirt' from a class of eight-year-olds [hey, I was just following the textbook] and failed, with brilliant results. Similar thing happened when showing boisterous five-year-olds [whose parents are glued to the classroom door] a picture of a horse. Turns out the letter 's' isn't one of their strong points.
On Sunday I made my nine-year-old students write a list of class rules. One little charmer came up with, "You have to drink WC water".
Have fallen in love with a four-year-old called Milly; a kid once too terrified of her big ugly waigouren teacher to speak but now chases me around the staffroom crooning, "Katie-maow, Katie-maow!" [something to do with Katie-kitty-cat-miaw, apparently].
And tonight, had a few "awww..." moments when a couple of amorous six-year-olds kept planting kisses on one another during English Corner class.
Separated them when a third kid joined in.
Ah, you have to laugh.
Can still hear that damn toilet.
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