Back to school

Catrin went back to school today, slightly put out that her brother has another week off.

She has two job-sharing teachers, both nice, and she's in the classroom that Gwilym was in last year, so she likes that. "Nice room, isn't it," quoth he. There's a couple of things that she needs that I am convinced were not on her list of stuff - an ardoise (personal whiteboard) and paints. Still. We can rustle them up.

Meanwhile the Griffinettes started school. Luke made it till lunchtime, having vomited in the morning. Liz was told she could send him in in the afternoon with spare clothes or keep him home. She kept him home. Joshua made it through the entire day.

Ben and I scuttled off to the DEFLE and he paid and is now registered for his course. 'There's a little test to begin,' said the person in the office. Little test ! It is the hardest test I EVER did.

Then we got Joshua's stuff for school. Then delivered their "inscription for school" form to the Mairie. And that's that.

The Griffin's COULD have a car at the weekend. A friend who is going to work in Ukraine for a while wants to sell her old but working and MOT'd-for-18-months Peugeot 405 estate, vintage unknown, for not much at all. It's scruffy but a good runner. Sounds just the ticket, said Ben.

So there we are ! Prayer meeting tonight.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Alan, you probably know this but the date of manufacture/first sale of the car should be on the [i]carte grise[/i].
6:29 pm
Alan said…
Yes - I only meant its vintage is unknown to either myself or to M Griffin !
6:31 pm
Anonymous said…
Do they MOT cars for 2 years at a time in France? How very civilised.
11:39 am
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