Tomorrow morning I have to totter off to a course in Bath University. It's a French and Spanish course run by Routes into Languages and it's going to prepare me for A Level French. I don't know anyone there, so I should probably be brushing up on my French and researching the topics we're going to cover so that I don't look like a poor tourist. As good as my work ethic is, the results weren't as education-based as most teachers would have liked. 


































These pretty French girls came up in my findings. Aren't they gorgeous? As far as my translation skills are concerned, the one on the right quotes:

It comforts me that people come up to me and offer for me to be in their film.

I won't pretend that I know who this lovely lady is, but she must be quite famous to be saying that about herself! 
These rings are so perfect. I can't wear girly rings because of my little stump-fingers, but these are in the perfect unisex area which suit me. 




These French film magazines would be useful in enriching my skills last minute... If I actually had them. But in all seriousness, it would be lovely to have a look through these. It's all very well rifling through the vintage culture of your own country, but it's even more fun scouring the history of another!


Finally I gave up on France. I figured that I'm going to be spending the next two days talking about nothing but France. Time to dedicate my last remaining hours to good old England
Instead of researching everything French, I'm being pure and patriotic; researching England. 




Tea and cakes: you just can't get more English than that can you?




Ok forget the tea, It's Pimm's O'Clock!! (I'd never realised how many apostrophes were in that sentence until now).




This antique brooch just goes to show; no one's royals are paraded like our royals!




Let's play count the top knots! Only in London would you see a scene like this. That's lovely barbed wire up there too.


I thought I'd leave you with this elegant photo. For some reason this reminds me of 'This is England'. Never mind the Viagra sign, notice the pooch casually hanging out of the top window. Again, only in England.