Confessions of an English teacher

Last night I was in Rosh Ha'ayin for a couple of English lessons. My first lesson was with a 9 year old girl, very sweet. She was even sweeter when she let me in while her mother was running around in the briefest of bikinis. I didn't know where to look, for a fleeting moment thought I was in Rio...and in contrast to Expats experience, this was no cleaning lady. I just concentrated on setting up my board while she made a run for it upstairs. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed...

The second lesson saw the replacement of the now empty Southern Comfort bottle with an Italian hazelnut liqueur. It was pretty nasty stuff but I didn't want to hurt my host's feelings, of course...