I obtained an address without a telephone number of a French tutor living not more than 10 minutes away. My only option was to drive over and hope someone will answer the door.
A middle-aged well-spoken woman answered the door and it soon became apparent that the information I had gleaned from the internet was false.
My only other lead was in the Pleasley area of Mansfield which is about half hour drive from us. I called twice and there was no reply.
I'm a little deflated so I'm going to spend the rest of the evening reading my Piaf book and squeezing a bit of French study in...or should that be the other way round?
I found out yesterday that the Tower of London is built with French stone...by a French invader.
C'mon William, you could have sent a few countrymen as far as Newark!