When I was 27 i worked in Dortmund as a freelance teacher at a language school. I was in love with one of my female colleagues an Irishwoman. She's now married with two kids. I had an early morning lesson with an important manager at an electrical company, I would breakfast, leave my flat walk to the U Bahn. Catch the underground, Walk into the electrical company. Sign in. Take the lift. Go and see the manager. teach my lesson. Go. He was a nice guy.
Now I'm in love with a Polish woman living in Germany. She's divorced. She has two kids. In an hour I'm going to teach an online lesson with an important manager in Dussledorf. A short train ride from Dortmund. He's a nice guy. An actuary. He has two young kids,
We've agreed to discuss a BBC article about Facebook and Instagram refusing to flag content . We'll also talk about the football. We always do. On Saturday Borussia Dortmund beat Cologne one nil with a goal scored six minutes into extra time My cousin James was there. He sent me a picture of a beer he drank on the magnificent BVB standing terrace, I used to stand there myself. Every chance I got.
I'm glad I'm waking up to the sound of Van Morrison instead of the sound of kids. On my own. I can listen to St Dominic's Preview a couple of times while I wait to teach. Van can be a bit prosaic occasionally but he can hear the flowers. Can you?
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