Wake up around 8am to a kiss on the cheek as he runs for the bus to get to work. Groggily open the curtains, check emails and glance in the mirror. Drink the water by the bed and take a chilly shower in the almost-outside bathroom. Avoid the neighbours when wearing a towel, they won’t mind that you’ve just showered and want to get dress so will try to talk (in Megruli, not even Georgian) for the next half hour.
Spend more time than necessary doing make-up whilst gazing at the chickens outside. Fluff-up your newly-cut hair (of course it’s too short and won’t sit properly). Eventually you give up and focus your attention on breakfast instead, procrastinating for as long as possible. Finally sit down to work after breakfast, slowly but surely, before attempting to exercise before lunch (if you’re not too hungry).
Lunch will be something quick and usually involving bread, you need to get some shopping later. Quickly get changed into clothes that are acceptable to wear outside and rush for the bus. You don’t want to miss it and get the one which takes twice as long. Make very awkward small-talk with the neighbours while you wait, admiring the cows who are waiting with you. There’s nowhere to sit on the bus so you’re going to have to hold the handles which wobble more than you do, and do you best not to get your foot stuck in the door again, that bruise still hasn’t healed.
Get off early, yell “gaacharet!” because the driver won’t stop unless you look like you want to move. Hop off clumsily, walk down past the church and anticipate the weird looks for not doing the ‘spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch’ thing before speed-walking down to the metro. Avoid potholes and lumpy ground, you haven’t got the best balance anyway. Admire the bebos and their veggie displays, ignore the cow feet in the Tupperware container and smile because the accordion player is back again!
Get blown through the Soviet metro, patiently waiting as the escalators are at a stand-still, no running upstairs like in London so do your best to ignore the person standing too close to you behind. Get to Rustaveli, squint at the sun, apologise to the beggars for your lack of change and take a sharp left – you only have 10 minutes to get there.
Resist the popcorn sellers, bread makers and florists as you zoom down the street, anticipating a collision. When you get there make sure to look the drivers dead in the eye when crossing so, if they run you over, your face is burned into their memory. Beam at the local shmoog who always sits with the blind man outside the supermarket whilst avoiding the men arguing in front, and that strange man who always sits on a red chair in the middle of the road chatting to himself..
You’re still somehow 10 minutes early. Say hello, how are you? Yes tea would be great thanks and get teaching. An hour later and it will be almost dark outside, the men are still arguing and you’re hungry but your sweet is waiting for you at the end of the road armed with a smile and a warm hand. Battle the streets together and chat about your days, miss the bus by 2 minutes so opt for a taxi instead. Somehow always ending up with the Soviet car with a smashed windscreen but it doesn’t matter. You forgot to get food but it’s okay. Get home, kiss, cook some kasha and chat before sleep. Until tomorrow.