THE HONEYMOON IS OVER…

When the sparkle of 'new beginnings' starts to fade...

THREE CLASSES AND SIX HOURS DOWN…

This week I started school. At the age of 27 I became a student once again, although this time  around will be a little different from my university days, no staying out drinking late and then rolling into lectures hungover. I’m going to have to concentrate, really concentrate if I’m going to learn French as …