Eggs

A whole week having passed since I wrote on my blog, I felt it my duty to scribble a few more things down.

Over the past week, I've been breaking the delicate news to my students that in two weeks, I will no longer be in France and will in fact be returning to Grande Bretagne for the indefinite future. The reactions were mixed. Some let out screams of despair, never knowing how life could continue after I have left Nogent. Mostly, they just looked at me blankly and said an emotional "ok". Cheers kids.

Beyond this, I have been doing practice oral exams with some of the Terminale class, including one really disastrous experience on Thursday. I knew it was going downhill when she mentioned Justin Bieber in the context of heroes. I mean, really?

And there's the tri-weekly tutoring of course. On Thursdays, after my lesson, I stay for dinner with a nice family in the next village over. This week was one of the children's birthdays, and as a result, I was treated to a lovely piece of tarte tatin, delish. 

That evening, I trotted off to Vista Verde for a typical evening, full of green cocktails and some more unsavoury characters. Nice.

Saturday night came round quickly and Rosslyn took me to La Ferte-Bernard for a few drinks in a pub style bar which was good. Easter Sunday was spent mainly in bed, but also concluded in the evening by getting drunk, eating quiche and watching Harry Potter with Rosslyn. An enviable Easter Sunday in my humble opinion.

Today, to finish off my four day weekend, the sun made an appearance so I went for a walk just outside Chartres and am now settling down to a film night, under my duvet.

Predominantly, though, I am just looking forward to finally getting back to England. I'm not sure if any other readers will appreciate this, but listening to a foreign language all the time is really tiring. And damn, France is challenging. Where's a shop that opens late in the evening, when you have a sudden craving for Cadbury's? Come to think of it, where's the Cadbury's? Why can't France run and catch up with the 21st Century, instead of insisting on archaic methods of bureaucracy? Why must the French seem to similar to us socially, and yet be so different?

Anyway, only a fortnight remains and I shall be back in the land that I know best. Back to my comfort zone and then, 10 days afterwards, straight back out again. 

I cannot wait to get inter railing.