The week past

My faithful computer tells me it is 19:10, so I may have left this a little late. Still, better late than never. Turns out I will be doing the aforementioned French trip after all. The French teacher seems adamant that we all come, and it should be good fun. Then again, why don't we go somewhere different? Oh, well, France is nice. I've been quite busy recently, they certainly plunge you into it here. We've got a large blank display board to fill with rather few pieces of paper. I think we've got it sorted, though. Adios, amigas! Choules 3

So, then...

...my first few days back at school! This does, unfortunately, mean that I am only going to be able to post at the weekends. Mind you, that's probably a significant improvement. As I lay in bed the night before I went back, it took only a small calculation to work out that I spend 11 hours a day - 11! - at school. After another small calculation, I worked out that if I had gone to school since birth I would have spent around five and a half years there! And most of the rest would have been sleeping. However, I am of course missing out a myriad of other factors. I have half an hour of break-time, about the same amount of quiet reading time in the afternoon, a games session, plenty of time for activities and mealtimes. Plus ample holiday time. It's not all bad. Still...11 hours!

Oh...

...the things that have been happening! Let's start from the beginning (of the holidays that is): Firstly, my school choir went on a trip to France. Being a chorister myself, I went too. After several days of singing (of course), interesting activities, traumatic experiences on the minibus and similarly frenzied experiences in the 'supermarché', I came home to find a letter detailing another French trip. Non, non, et thrice non! The rest of the holiday has so far progressed in the usual way: taking the occasional walk, catching up on reading or just enjoying the weather... Ah. Not very good weather at the moment. But then you can't expect it to be sunny all the time, can you? Well you can if you live in the Sahara, but living in Berkshire, England doesn't give that much of an impression of the Sahara. Until later, but not much later (I'm Spartacus!) 3, Choules 3