I was not pleased with my Chinese lesson today, and neither was the GF. It is guided entirely by the textbook, which is not very good, and the teacher didn’t do a great job of actually teaching. I do understand that reciting and memorising is an important way of learning languages, but it’s not the only way (as my Spanish lessons taught me) and why not go for a more supportive mode of learning such as (for instance) explaining what on earth we were reciting.
Anyway, I wasn’t best pleased and the GF, who is convinced he can never learn a language, was also quite unhappy.
The GF and I were both rather miffed so we went off for lunch and, more importantly, coffee and cake at our favourite little place in Zhishan where we had a caramel custard that was very like the one my mother used to make.
And then back and since, work.