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Putting the ‘thongs’ in dipthongs.

Putting the ‘thongs’ in dipthongs.

I’m just a trainee, but I’m finally teaching English again. The most exciting part is that the school is just off Drury Lane. Muffins! I feel quite ennobled to be completing my Celta in London at International House. The school is massive and reputable which means hopefully someone will give me some real lessons when I’m finished. … Continue reading

Laissez-faire, lessons from France

Laissez-faire, lessons from France

So here I am in limbo. AKA London. It’s really very nice; surprisingly good weather, plenty of free activities and great company. But unlike many of the assistants in France this year I’m not obliged to do an assignment on my year abroad. I don’t have a uni course or Masters to go back to. It’s just … Continue reading

Duck, duck, goose

Duck, duck, goose

With time in France rapidly approaching the finish line, life has become much less about preparing lessons and much more about desperately trying to see all the sights that Périgord (the region of which Périgueux is the capital) has to offer. Quick geography lesson for context: Périgord (aka Dordogne) is divided into four smaller regions: … Continue reading

A day in my chaussures

A day in my chaussures

A photo diary of a day in my Périgueux life…a life where the only constants are generally bread, wine and lots of walking! Inspired by Gabrielle’s cute blog post. 8:30am: Walk to school #1 through the old town of Périgueux. 9:00am: A quick and terrible 40 cent coffee before a vocabulary lesson with my youngest students. 10:00am: Gym and … Continue reading

The Périgood Things

The Périgood Things

I have been thinking… What if one day, owing to some hellishly bad life decision, I happen to be in a situation where seven children are climbing into my bed, electrical storm raging outside and I have to think of a pacifying ditty to while away the evening? Or perhaps I might just like something … Continue reading

Becoming a local…

Becoming a local…

Linguistic confusion:    Gastronomic contentedness:  First things first; a petite celebration…I have been shivering and suffering for weeks with sub-par heating because, apparently in this age of touchscreen/ultralight/superthin technology, I forgot the old fashioned way to make a device work…low and behold, a swift kick to the radiator and hey presto! Magic red light! Sigh, if … Continue reading

A True Blue, Snowy January

A True Blue, Snowy January

Linguistic confusion:   Gastronomic contentedness:  Naomi and snow came to France. Initially we had beautiful, sunny weather and toured the old town, ate patisseries and visited the supermarket, which sounds strange but is one of my favourite activities in France. Jars of snails, horse meat, pigeon wings, aisles and aisles of cheese, wine and ham…yoghurts as … Continue reading

The BUZZ

The BUZZ

Linguistic confusion:   Gastronomic contentedness:  And by buzz I mean of course the hum of Christmas. I particularly love the glow on the little children’s faces when…bahaha nearly had you. I just love the pastries. I must say, in my own profound words, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Toys in every store…toys in … Continue reading

Christmas Markets, cousins and course du canal…

Christmas Markets, cousins and course du canal…

Linguistic confusion:  Gastronomic contentedness:  And so with some bilingual, alliterative word-smithery I have drawn you in to yet another fortnight of life in Périgood. It has been an absolute blurrrrr. It started with my first Thanksgiving feast; hosted by our local American friends. If Thanksgiving is all about eating, then I am very thankful. Being … Continue reading