Week 1

It's funny how things work, it's funny how things go.
Fears and anxieties can melt away like snow.
I've been here just a week and yet feel so settled in,
Had it not been for Bongo i wouldn't have known where to begin.
My brother was my saviour he really helped me out.
Since he is a traveller he knows what its about.
I've landed on my feet here and i owe it all to fate,
Had i spent longer eating breakfast i'd have missed my new housemate.
Irene-that's my housemate- is really very sweet,
When I first arrived here she helped me out a treat.
She cooked me lunch and dinner- both a speciality
Dodgy pumpkin rice and her hand-crafted gnocci.
We have our separate rooms and share the rest of the flat
But climbing the steps to get there, puts me on my back.
But navigating 5 flights of stairs is a comparatively small price to pay,
When you consider what's on my doorstep every single day!
Life's not a bed of roses, sometimes it's not so great,
I arrived to be greeted by thunder and it's only sunny 7 days out of 8!
Work started for me last Monday, in a pokey little village called Drap
I spend hours writing articles of interest for the lovable English ex-pats.
I've written of closures of tunnels and hotels and permits and tax,
But some of it's far more exciting than all the aforementioned crap.
I was lucky to write about sport, I detailed the French rugby result
And only once have the editor's changes felt like a harmful insult!
I wrote 500 words on a measure that might save lives in Nice,
But the editor tore through it and changed every last word in the piece.
Apart from that i'm quite happy, i'm learning on the job,
The humbling I received will help, despite making me feel like a nob!