More foreign languages please, we’re British
I’m feeling a bit frustrated. No, frustrated isn’t really the word, more annoyed.
I’m feeling a bit frustrated. No, frustrated isn’t really the word, more annoyed.
I have just returned from a couple of days in France (more about this on the blog soon). Sat on the Eurostar on the way home, I got thinking how different my life could have been.
I’ve long held the opinion that my children should learn foreign languages. I think it comes with my up-brinigng. Although half-French I always lived in English speaking households and so was never taught the language.
As the end of the school year has neared, I’ve been getting reflective about my parenting skills. Like most mums and dads, I’ve maybe got a bit lazy about one or two things as I gear up for the summer holidays. I’ve come up with a list of things that I think I need to
I’m ultra keen that my two children will speak at least two languages. There’s a certain irony to this statement as my own language skills are appalling. I can speak English and string a few words together in French, but that’s my limit. There’s an international element to my family. One side of it is