Spanish class didn't go so well last night. Got to the point where we were talking about what there is and isn't in Hartlepool. One board with "En Hartlepool" at the top and "hay" in the centre, the other also with "En Hartlepool" at the top but with "no hay" in the centre.
We went through various things, supermercardo, farmacia, banco and so on. Went okay until we got to parque. The tutor asks "Hay un parque por aqui?". One student, who always has to be right, says, "There's only one" and names the Burn Valley. Someone else said "No, there's more. What about" and named another. Forget which. Enter the Drew.
I then said, "There's the Burn Valley, Ward Jackson Park..."
"That's not near here!" retorts she-who-must-always-be-right. Loudly. Shouting, in fact.
I shout back "It's in this town!" I point to the words "En Hartlepool". "It's in Hartlepool!"
"But not near here!"
What the f***? She think that beats me?! No! The exercise was about amenities in Hartlepool, she said there was only one park in Hartlepool, she was wrong! The tutor stopped our "discussion" but by this time I was steaming and less than a minute later, I bolted from the class. Didn't return. My mum came out at 8 (the class finishes at half 8) and we went home. Not a great evening.
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