I’ve started learning Spanish at the CLAN, where I teach English. It was supposed to be a beginners’ class, but I’m the only beginner, the rest of the group having already done 3 years, so I’m struggling to keep up. The fact that the course is held in French doesn’t help; the teacher keeps offering me extra help in the form of vocab handouts and thinks it hilarious when I turn them down, saying I’ll go online instead.
It was good to note today, that I’m not the only one struggling; two of the other students are also in my English class; Nadine arrived with her English notes instead of Spanish and Henriette, when asked a question in Spanish, replied “Yes. Non, non, si”, and not just once. We had an article to read aloud, which wasn’t too difficult, but translating it into French, through English, was something of a challenge. I suppose it will keep the little grey cells busy – if it doesn’t wear them out entirely!
Olivier arrived last week to sand the floors downstairs, in preparation for tiling them, so Nick ordered the tile sticky. It should have arrived on Friday, but the lorry didn’t turn up at the depot; Nick’s done pattern designs, drawn parallel lines on the floors and swept till it nearly shines, but the sticky still hasn’t arrived. He’s not good at waiting and has now resorted to cleaning his workshop; I hope it’s here soon, before he goes completely mad!