Sometimes It Just has To Be Your Dinner…

… What can you do Gladys?

Himself went off to watch the rugby and I made quiche and some salad. It was tastier than it looks (presentation? Not my forté, though I wish it were).

I feel liberated.
There’s a fair bit going on family wise, and something had to give. So. I am now free from the tyranny of the daily (popular) French lesson. I tried very hard (had kept going for over 400 consecutive days) and after an initial whizz up the ratings, I found myself sliding further and further down the ladder of shame, from the shiny gemstone top to the pebbly bottom, despite getting pretty high scores. (I simply didn’t put the time in!).

Just don’t ask me to give up the ‘urdles’, (word and quord etc).. I’m not ready for that yet!