It all started at...by David, 5°2
So, my holiday... let’s see... it all started at a brilliant camp site. My friends came too (Valerian, Gaetan, Luca and Jules); we did some catamaran wind-surfing and tennis.The only bad thing about the trip was that to go there we had to go by bike and, we did 50 KM non stop. I thought hills usually went up and down but it seemed like I was always going up.
Then I went to my Spanish grandmother for one week. She lives in Bezier, it was boiling hot over there but don’t worry, I’m still alive to tell the tale.
When I got back home, I went to Dordogne to a village called Saint Mondan, a nice little village a couple of hours North of Toulouse. We have friends that have a house over there so they sometimes lend it to us.
And finely I went to Dunsford, a village in the South-West of England, with my English family, and guess what ? It was my grandparents' golden wedding ; we had a big party with all the village.We had great fun over there and the weather was brilliant for once. We went to the beach, to the fun fair and to the PUB (very important place for my mum) I didn’t play pool this time because near the end of the holidays in England it was my mum’s birthday and I was thinking of what I should do for her. And then came the time for us to say goodbye.
And there I am again sitting next to my desk and doing….guess what? HOMEWORK
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