Games, and Prizes

Nick hadn't been able to get a Sunday afternoon train, so he left at breakfast time this morning. IIt was hard to say goodbye, but when we arrived at school, the boys perked up as there was an outdoor English lesson going on, and the whole school sang an English song that they had been practising.

Sacha's last words as I left were "Remember, you said that we could play that game again tonight," the game we had played last night with his Dad and Papy. He had won, which pleased him enormously. It was a Bingo, of  clothes and colours using the French word order: (some gloves brown, some boots grey, a dress green.) Papy had searched in his secret corner for a bag of old French pre-euro centimes to use as caches. ("But you said that Papy WASN'T rich." )You wouldn't get very far with even a suitcase full of those, dear heart.

This week we are going to play some number Bingos, to get those numbers really fluent.

(Later) When I went to get the children, Louis came out with a little friend who told me "Louis has won a prize! " Louis rummaged in his bag, and brought out a DVD. Little by little, I was able to make out what had happened : when the parents had left the school this morning, Louis had been asked to climb the headmaster's ladder (you can see it on the photo of the first day of school!) and recite the poem, and sing the famous "Pomme de Reinette."  Just Louis, in front of the whole school. Well done, lad, your great-grandmother won't be the only one bursting with pride.