Some would say that coming into the final straight (running talk) is a bit early to celebrate, but what the hell!
I started doing this job forty years ago, maybe with a couple of years off doing different things, but forty years is a long time.
So, sixty eight days from now I'll be standing in front of my last real class. Okay, I'm going to need to do quite a bit of relief teaching for about a year, until my ticket (marine engineer talk) runs out, but that's really babysitting. I can handle that.
The only complicated paper work I'll still have to do will be in the bathroom.
(Go on The Curmudgeon, do your worst with that last sentence! I don't care.)
68 days. They'll fly by pretty fast once I'm back at the front.
Ten weeks to go.
Chi va piano va sano e va lontano
tra il dire e il fare c'è di mezzo il mare.
Choose the phrase that best fits you.
I'm going for the first one.