Global weather changes have even hit Libya. There have been thunderstorms and flooding over our own personal building site over the past few nights. Apparently this is is very unseasonal - it's normally well into November when the weather turns. The days are still beautiful, however, and the evenings are pleasantly balmy.

I have been told the weather is becoming more English - since the day I arrived!

As I sit at the office PC, gazing out onto the playground of the next door school, I can see a teacher walking around waving a couple of sticks. Really. He's not using them on the kids, but the message is clear. Perhaps this is why there is so little crime in this gorgeous country.

At the end of this second day of teaching, I feel strangely relaxed. My prep is completed for tomorrow's lessons, I have written my lesson plan (please, no laughter back there!), I covered all the necessary work today to the satisfaction of both students and employer, and I'm looking forward to my first bus ride - 20p to go about 10 miles. But then petrol is only 6, yes 6, pence per litre.

Last night I went on the hunt for some airmail paper, but without luck. I'm still looking forward to actually writing some letters (last done, I think, last time I was here, back in August 1973), so I'll keep searching. I did manage to get some ink for my fountain pen - quite a find.

OK. Enough of this fascinating stuff. Charabanc, here I come.