From the age of 11, I was forced to learn French in school. Our teacher was a gruff rugby-loving Welshman, built like a bulldozer, who bellowed Gallic phrases at us for 45 minutes every week. All of us were convinced his pronunciation was closer to Carmarthen than Calais. Unsurprisingly, that experience never left me keen to hop over The Channel…
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