Monday 10th March

Its raining yet again, and not just spitting either, proper heavy downfalls, and its really windy - nice! Basically spent all day finishing off work ready to email across for assessment tomorrow. I have finished sewing the sea - woo hoo! At lunchtime Grace called and asked if I wanted to go to the cinema. I said yes, I would love to and we arranged to meet at the fountain at 8.00pm. So I spent the rest of the day taking photos of my work and making sure I had everything I needed. As I was getting ready for the cinema Anne rang again and said that now the easter weekend was fine for a visit - Segolenes trip had been cancelled - and said I should look at tickets to Paris where they would pick me up. Got to work out how to buy a train ticket now! At 7.45 I began walking to the fountain, stopping to get some more money and to look in the window of a shop - they have massive bean bag bed things. Will have to go back and see how much tomorrow. So at the fountain I met Liz, Mary, a guy Mary had invited and his friend, and Grace and Christophe and we walked, in the rain, to the cinema where we met two of Christophes friends. The cinema is very strange in layout. If you stand inside the door there are a few ticket booths in the middle of the room in a row and behind them are 6 doors to the 6 screens, 3 of them up some stairs. We went up the left staircase to screen 1 and entered a very large room (almost twice the size of one at odeon) with red seats that looked to me more like theatre seats. They were very comfortable though, with squashy arm rests too. The room was very wide and so the screen was also massive, and filled a whole wall in a slight curve, which meant that you could see easily even if you’re sat on one side. The film, which none of us knew the name of, was a french comedy about a man who gets moved from the South of France to the North by his job for two years. Its all about how he makes friends there and commutes back and forward every weekend to see his wife and son who don’t want to move to the chilly North. His wife gives him a snow jacket and woolly hat so he won’t freeze! I didn’t understand all the jokes but managed to get the gist of the story-line. The french seemed to love it though and there was lots of laughter and even clapping at the end - I have never experienced clapping in a cinema before. I really enjoyed it.