My little class put on a special performance of the three little pigs for Ian. Somehow, during rehearsals, the end got changed so that the wolf was killed by immense screaming and being hit with pieces of paper. Obviously they all had to take it in turns to be the wolf. I think Ian appreciated the work that had gone into this and the fine acting skills. I must admit, however, that seeing the vast majority of the performance was either screaming or huffing and puffing, I am not sure how much English they actually learned.
They’ve fallen in love with Basil, and quite often in the evening the door goes and there’s a little band of 8 year olds chanting ‘Basil, Basil’. Of course, Basil loves this and enjoys the attention. I’m not sure if they will want lessons during the hols (which start in two weeks), if they do, I think I’ll draw up some form of plan which won’t entail high-pitched screaming. Pronunciation is a biggie, so this might be something we work on.
We’ve been watching with interest the building work at the Castle. It does seem that they are clearing some of the land now, perhaps with a view to landscaping. It’s quite interesting watching what they are doing.
We’ve had a new water pipe put in, which means that all of our pipes are new now. We’ve had the metre put on the side of the house too, which will be better for everyone.