Yesterday when my coach driver got lost on the way to his bedroom, I thought it was a bad sign... Then this morning, he pulled out of the chateau and started driving on the wrong side of the road. Oh dear! I navigated our way into Belgium to the theme park fine, but got slightly confused trying to reverse the directions for the way back. Usually a driver might need a hand getting to a place, but they're quite happy on the return trip - not this time! However, he's a nice guy and we made it back without getting lost or having to turn, just with a couple of wee detours.
Today was a full day at the Bellewaerde (if that's how it's spelt) theme park, which is a pretty good park, pretty big. I went on quite a few rides with the kids, including some water ones, a rollercoaster that went backwards and loop-the-loop and one of those where you get raised up and then dropped down vertically. I never used to get sick on rides as a kid, but felt a wee bit dizzy after some of them today, I must confess. It rained off and on, unfortunately, but I just sat in the cafe whenever it was raining, so that's all good.
They're a well posh boarding school, so all the kids have impeccable manners and do whatever you tell them, and the teachers are all nice, which makes life easy. The head teacher teaches Russian, so I managed to get on his good side by gavariting a little with him - in fact, he told the kids he'd found his soulmate! Here comes a good final report for me, I can just feel it!
Tomorrow I'm not looking forward to - well, the visits should be fun, but there's an issue with it raining again, and more importantly, quite a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, which should test my navigational abilities to the utmost. We're off to a bakery first (free tasting mmm), then galumphing about Boulogne, then to the chocolate factory in the afternoon (where I've already been). Then a disco for the kids to round off the day. Which reminds me, I have to run crepe making for them this evening, and since my lovely helper doesn't speak any French, I'll have to give the instructions in French, which is proper scary...
Do you mean you have to tell the kids how to make the crepes in French?
ReplyDeleteOui oui c'était une grande succès
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteNow tell your cat (in french cos she don't comprend anglais) to stop bringing birds into the house. Last night she brought in a corpse of a bird that was so old it could have been dug up on the western front and was not noticed until it had been stood on.
ReplyDeleteSaid corpse was revoltingly gooey and she still has bits sticking on her fur!!!
Ha ha who stood on it?
ReplyDeleteGross....put a bell around its neck!
ReplyDeleteShe has a bell
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