Give 'em an inch

And you'll find yourself trotting for the mile marker. Back in November, I started giving English lessons to a young boy, thinking to make a little extra cash with the occasional translation work and my jewelry.

In December, the guy I do translation work for asked me to give his daughter lessons, and one of my friends, who owns a B&B in the south of France asked me to take her on once a week, too.

Then, beginning of January, I got another student (only once a month...yeah), so I thought, ok, 3 lessons, sometimes 4, a week, not too shabby.

But!

The landlady heard me giving lessons. And now she wants her daughters to have them, too. Not once, but four times a week! O.O She wanted five, but I told her I can't take anyone else on Wednesdays. I don't know how long they'll stick with it, but at this rate, I'm going to make a pretty good dent in our rent.

Oh, and speaking of giving inches...

I've graciously accepted a few dinner invitations of late, and now find that Julien and I have something planned almost every weekend until we leave. Dinners, trips to Grande Terre, bivouacs on deserted isles, outings on the boat... Don't these people know that I have rugby on the weekends??? :P