Torstai 🇫🇮 Fimmtudagur 🇮🇸

I went to IKEA this morning. After waking up and devouring breakfast, I drank the much-needed coffee, jumped in the car, and drove to buy some necessary goods. Since the old kitchen extractor hood broke down, we had to buy another one. When I was on the road, it was already hot, +29°C at 10 a.m. The afternoon brought +34°C, and according to the weather forecast, the next few days will be equally warm. They issued the highest alert possible, the red. Ági has always been a summer girl; she used to love the high temperatures. However, this is too much for her, too. Our systems show symptoms of tiredness from the excessive heat that lasted that long. The temperatures have been high for weeks, and the occasional drops were short-lived relieves. It's still not as dire over here as in the southern part of Europe, where the raging heat waves have been scorching the land, not to mention the frightening forest fires that destroyed unimaginably huge areas.

Moreover, some of these fires were caused by certain individuals, which shows humans are the most cruel creatures in the World. According to the news, whenever a fire breaks out in some parts of the Mediterranean region and burns areas down, local authorities can grant use of those pieces of land for construction. There is no need to be a Nobel prize winner to put the pieces together.

Anyway, I have another student, the lady who used to help us with the bookkeeping. She has studied English before but hasn't used it for quite a while, so we have to start from scratch and build up her confidence and English knowledge. We'll meet next Wednesday and decide which book to learn from. I'm so excited.

The masons will come on Saturday. I hope they can complete the kitchen in no time, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The house is a mess, and it resembles a favela. The wooden slates of the fence are waiting for me to paint them. Next week, I'd like to complete this task and move on to the next; I plan to complete the household chores and jobs in the next two weeks, rekindle my English studying, and start my teaching career.

À tout à l'heure

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