Salad 1 of 1,000,000,000...

and little rillettes-on-crouton things because yum.
(I don't have an oven :\ )

The last two days I've been observing lessons at Collège Jean Moulin, which basically consists of me standing at the front of the class and having questions fired at me from the pupils in English. Highlights inclulde 'how often do you see the royal family?', 'are you married? Do you have any children?' and 'how long does it take you to travel from Brighton to France every day?' as well as the occasional fearless 'are you on Facebook?' ('er... no?') or 'can I have your number?' ('errr... I don't have a phone...')