As I’m writing this Dom is sitting her French Baccalaureate. We took her at seven this morning and sat in the car until she saw someone she recognized. They are sent out too different lycées depending on their choice of main subject, so she wouldn’t know many of the candidates. Needless to say we were more nervous than her. She loves to write, when she’s not reading she’s writing and vice versa. All she has to do for four hours is write. I just hope she gets a good choice of subjects to write about.
She’ll send a message when she needs picking up. The test for me is to find my way round a part of town I don’t know at all. I seem to remember Rob telling me to keep turning right, I hope it works.