Ok, I can't be stuffed writing in my actual diary so I'm going to put it here. When I was about 7 I travelled around France for a month or so (well we also went to Germany, Austria, Prague, London [for a day] and possibly one or two other places) and within that time (although honestly I don't remember if I was 7 or 9) we went to this small town that was opening this school named after my grandfather. Why on earth were they doing this you think? Or more correctly, wth is she talking about and why am I reading this trash? Well please bear with me a moment, my grandfather was a navigator in WWII, France. Basically he was pretty good, forced to