My sister'll get the reference. The rest of you, knowing that I speak British English, RP, whatever-you-call-it, will have to think that I don't know the difference between autumn and fall. (That's actually unfair, because of course I know, but of course sometimes, a fall slips out. So either way, you're not to blame.)
But the day after tomorrow (that sounds like another reference but it isn't) I'm going to PARIS! A new era has begun on the secondary schools in this country. (Oh, I'm still not happy about the secondary school-label, have you got a better word for the Danish gymnasium? - please let me know!) The we-have-to-something-to-keep-our-teachers-here-era. It means, among lots of other things, that all the teachers are going to Paris.
To discuss the strategy of the school, to get together, to see Paris, to talk, talk, talk - and probably also to have an itsy bitsy glass of wine.
And it's much needed, I might add. This morning, at 10 o'clock, I walked out of a classroom saying, 'have a nice weekend!' NOT a sane thing to do Monday morning...
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