True to form

As predicted, the Boss was civilised, and even smiled and joked as he handed over my wages. "louise, Korean men, many guns" he warned, in reference to when he gave me the first quarter of my airfare back, and had told me that Korean men have guns, so be careful with the money. My face had fallen so far to the ground that I could have swept the floor with it. This time I was wise to it. "Me, Gomdo. James, Gomdo. You, Braveheart", I hit back, in reference to when he took me to the hospital, postured in front of the big mirror in the reception, and declared how handsome, strong and brave ("me, Braveheart!") he is. Well, he deserved it.

Gomdo again yesterday and today. I am ahead of James again, as this morning he had to take his school kids to the ice rink. There are about 12 moves to perfect before taking the yellow belt test. I am now up to 8, while James is on 6. Starting to get another cold but this wasn't going to stop me from showing up.

The past week or so has been quite cold. I now need my jumpers. The sun is warm but the air icy in forewarning of the winter weather. What I don't understand however, is that the Koreans have been complaining long and loud about the cold, but there are no jumpers in the shops. Only skinny little cardigans for the women. I would like to think that they will be selling them soon, as I am not sure how I am going to cope.