It turns out I can thoroughly prattle in French. Don’t take my word me: one of my fellow students, Lily Brown, wrote me this little ditty. She made me promise to post it here, too. My ego won the conflict with my reticence over that, so voila! Ok, so I was told I was awful at languages at school, & I love this kind of trumpmanship, even served warm, so posting it was a dead cert.. :-)
                 
                In my French class a man called Dylan
                To be our spokesman he is quite willin’
                When he’s there it is easy for us
                ‘Cos he can prate without any fuss
                What a talented man he is
                For at poetry he is a whizz
                Appearance wise he is fairly arty
                I bet he would be the life of a party
                Apart from English, he has French and Dutch
                Am I rabbiting on too much
                Please accept my limerick to you
                and continue to speak as you do
                 
                To be absolutely honest, I probably should have been in the next class up. But I really do lack confidence in languages, and I needed the boost of success to motivate me to keep working at the French. This I’ve now got. And now (thanks Lily), I can come back to it.
                 
                I did enjoy the classes. I hope I didn’t hog the conversation too much. Thanks to everyone who was in the group; I shall remember it, and you, fondly. I didn’t collect nearly contacts, idiotically.