Oh and before i start the real meaty bit of the blog, i'd just like to tell you something funny that happened about two minutes ago...
*Rosie, Mum and Dad are in the living room... Mother is on an ipad(classy) Dad is planning a stag weekend to Berlin, and im considering the happenings of today to put into the blog*
Dad- "where's Galia?"
Mum- "errrrm i don't know"
Dad- "i thought you'd put her to bed!"
Mum- "goodness knows where she could be"
we are a HORRIBLE EXCUSE for a host family. My dad is planning a boozy weekend, and my mum is bumming up to todays technology, whilst there is a confused child of the Soviet, sat in her room, very tired, too scared to go to sleep because we havn't given her permission. MEH WELL, she goes home in a couple of days! don't want to let her get too comfortable here.
Any way, im going to split the next bit between this blog post, and one in a bit (so that i don't daunt new readers with a really beefy bit of text... ew)
I've just come back from the leavers concert for all of the little Russians... a 'wonderful' ceremony where every year, they perform a series of english songs and sketches, then do a dance to some weird techno russian music, we clap and smile, whilst saying things such as "wow, that was truly horrific..."(thank goodness for that language barrier.)
this year, they performed Cinderella... a bad choice, seeing as when a small russian child tries to say it, it comes out as 'ZINDER-EEEE-LA'... it makes it seem more like a fairy tale about a terrorist. Any who, galia had been instructed to wear some sort of tacky pink fairy dress, and came home, after her play scheme during the day, holding said dress and looking pretty damn excited. like REALLY exited. it was as if she'd been put on speed in activity world... that dangerous mixture of hyper and high...
i think this is a good place to stop, and leave you in suspense
be prepared for instalment 2 of tonight... BAM
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