The Last Two Weeks of Term

President Macron came out in mid June and announced that all the school kids had to go back full time for the final two weeks of the year. With William having already been in part-time for three weeks, it was an easy transition. It was also exactly what he (and I!) needed : steady, normal, stimulation and a chance for me to try and get my ducks in a row as well as get out and do a bit more running and cycling (when the achillies, toes and weather allowed it). Most days after school we would end up at the Hédas park playing with a variety of different kids and it's been great to hear his french come on again so quickly. Thankfully, there's also an alternative to Dans La Jungle which I feel was the unofficial song of lockdown. This new one is about a loup (wolf). It feels like he's just slotted back into his wee groups again. We even had an afternoon playdate / goûter at Amaia's house on one of the Saturdays along with Leesa, Antony and their gang. I'm enjoying this feeling of community. 

It seems William has been doing a bit of dance at school and we've finally established that the music they've been dancing to is "I'm Still Standing" by Elton John. Random! Here he is showing off some of the steps. FAB-U-LOUS. ;-) 

He's also had his final sessions at Le P'tit Club. Once the schools went back full time, they were able to lift a lot of the restrictions at the club and it was a better end to the year than I thought it was going to be. As the weather was heating up too, he was finishing the sessions absolutely soaked in sweat! Talking about the weather, we've even had our first hurrah at the Clemenceau fountains. He was the only one there after school one day but he didn't care! 

It was Fête de Papa (Father's Day) a couple of weeks ago and we spent the day on a big afternoon adventure along the river. We cycled inland along the veloroute 81 and found a spot by the river to park up for the rest of the afternoon. Not only did we have the gold standard of picnics : cold pizza, but I'd even snuck a couple of cold beers in the chilly bin. What. A. Wife. We got back to town later in the day and as we approached Bondi Beach Bar, I saw that "Our Seats" were empty. I turned to Iain  with a faux-defeated face and uttered the immortal line, "It would be rude not to...". We duly parked up. 

Finally, as a big thanks to Maîtresse Nathalie and her classroom assistant, Laurance, I sourced some Hendricks miniatures and made a big batch of good old Scottish tablet. Went to town this year and wrapped it in some tartan ribbon. I'm getting good at this stuff! 

So that's it. Two months of summer holidays ahead with no visitors. It's a strange thing. Although we're out and about a lot more now, this coronavirus stuff is very much just hanging over us and keeping us guessing all the time. Who knows how its going to pan out. 

Lorna :-)