Of police interactions and family visits

I went to the police station last Thursday. I wasn't initially inclined to take the incident all that seriously but the principal of my school did and considering the area we're in I have to agree that she was and is right. I walk upa not too tall but extremely steep hill to get to one of my three schools where I work. There was a guy following me and I didn't worry about him too much because 1) there are always people wondering up and down this hill because 2) the bus in this particular part of Nîmes runs about once every two hours. Like I said, didn't worry about the dude too much until he decided to grab my arse. And I'm not talking a slight slap, I mean he followed me all the way up the hill and when we got to an intersection he grabbed the back of my shirt with one hand and my arse with the other. Well, me being me I spun around and wacked the guy. Aimed for the head but he was taller than I expected and I hit him in the shouler. I also yelled a VERY loud "fuck off". The guy actually seemed rather surprised. Being French all he said was "ooh la" and walked off in the other direction. I dunno if he was surprised by my hitting him or my obviously un-French expletive.I told my teachers about it and they insisted on calling the cops coz we're a primary school, and there is a middle school and senoir school in the area too and weird guys following school girls is not cool. So after school I had to go to the Commissariat to make a formal complaint and describe the guy even though I only really got a glimpse of his profile. I went back to that school today and kept an eye out but no sight of creepy-old-guy. He was easily almost 50. Beurk (that's French for yuck - I'm not kidding).So in better news last Saturday was St Patricks and the local Irish pub was THE place to be! I still don't like beer no matter how many times someone says "just try it". Although I must say Guinness is better than normal beer. It was a decent drinking night if not that much of a dancing night. I crashed at Kiran's place and made my slow way back to my place in the morning. Nothing much else has happened during the week. Going out with Nico and maybe Yannick next week. Those guys are so fun and my French is getting so good, although Nico does like to try his English out and after explaining what 'bootyliscious' and also 'Fergieliscious' means he has decided his new name is Nicoliscious lol.My mummy arrives in France on Wednesday morning. Yay. She stays three weeks and I'm so excited. Can't wait to see her. Of course that does mean that this weekend is gonna be spent cleaning the place up. But I've managed to get a very sore throat and slight cold just before she arrives didn't I? Gah. Oh well it's worth it.Til next time kiddiesPS I now have a MySpace for my Aussie buddies and a Facebook for my American buddies and one South African. I'm totally rocking the cyberspace!!