Dinner parties, mate and boursin

Good evening dear friends and people who have just stumbled across this blog.

So much seems to have happened since I last blogged, but I fear if I don't write one now then I will feel swamped by the things I have done and writing another will make me want to hide in a French hole for all eternity.

We have some news on the bank front - finally! Went in with a stroppy face and said very firmly that I do NOT live in an apartment, thank you very much Mrs Bank Lady and that I had received a letter to confirm my PIN number. So fingers crossed, I'll be sorted on that front soon. And if not, then I shall wage WAR!

This week has been full of dinner parties. It's great being a) new to the area and b) English. I have been inundated with offers from the lovely people here. Isn't it nice to feel welcome eh?

Besides eating my weight in French cuisine, Ara and I went to the big centre commerciale and spent a ridiculous amount of moolah there and basically felt like we had walked across the whole desert. Afterwards, we went with a teacher to see Dangerous Liaisons. It was extremely confusing but interesting nonetheless.

I've also met up with a few people for discussions about conversation classes, which has been quite revealing. One family was lovely, welcomed me into their home for dinner, spent hours trying to get to know me and seemed genuinely fascinated by the British culture. Another group of women simply sat me down with a coffee, sent their children upstairs and talked business with me, telling me I could not speak any French to the 6 year olds I would be teaching and when I told them where I live, they responded with "ah, that'll be good for the accent". I wanted to turn to them and say "well, thank you for taking such an interest in my life as a whole, I will definitely enjoy working with your darling little children", but instead I laughed melodically and kept my sarcastic comments to myself.

I start at the lycee tomorrow which I'm pretty nervous about. I hope I don't crumble under the pressure of 15 French kids staring dazed and confused at me.

Anyway,
Time for bed as I start ridiculously early tomorrow.

Tara for now.

P.S. I LOVE BOURSIN.