A bit of casual hilarity

I was teaching a group lesson in-company this evening, practising adverbs of frequency with a low level and rather slow student.

Me: How often do you eat lunch at your desk?

Him: I often eat my desk.

Cue much hilarity and it was nice to see the chap himself taking it well, slapping his forehead with one of those 'doh' moments. Ah, laughter. Sometimes it's the only medicine that works.

One last time unto the breach

As I made my way from the Heathrow check-in desk past security and duty free to the gate, my tired eyes happened to fall on the smallish man ahead of me. He was wearing a big purple puffer jacket and slung over his arm was a Louis Vuitton bag. This could only mean one thing; I was on my way back to Japan. Only this time perhaps for the last time. I've had my fill and am full of homesickness after a wonderful holiday in England and Paris and I want more of that, and less of the purple sodding puffer jackets.