Another Day, Another Crisis

Classes were fine today. Oddly, I'm the only one among the exchange teachers who isn't ranting and raving about her secondes (students in their first year of high school). Mine get a little loud sometimes, and there are a couple of worthless specimens, but they behave pretty well and they do what I ask. Today then even politely corrected my French (I used a word that doesn't exist).

Anyway, I got home and the mailman had brought his:

Which means I have two weeks to figure out what, exactly, one wears to a reception at the Senate House in the presence of a former prime minister.

Good grief.