Year Abroad

Cinq jours pour m’installer

I arrived Monday lunchtime. Having met the famous Yvette, who is much more helpful in real life than via email (which Isabella — my voisine — believes is because they distrust it, it’s not the minitel you know), and been introduced to the sanitaryware in my bathroom, I was left to my own devices. Read more…

Notes from a small suitcase

This is a blatant lie. My suitcase is not small, the problem is probably the amount of rubbish I’m trying to pack into it. Read more…

La France

So I found out where I’ll be teaching next year. Read more…