St Martin’s Feast of the Passover was brilliant; you ought to have been there! All of the other Y6 pupils and I came dressed up in dressing gowns or costumes - some of them were hilarious. We poured the wine (well grape juice) into our plastic cups (very professional) all ready for the toasts.

I did a short reading with some really difficult words in which I managed to get my tongue around after practicing the night before.

The horse radish was really spicy- my tongue was literally on fire so I sneaked a quick sip of my grape – juice when no one was looking anyone can blame me as the horse-radish was disgusting.

And when we had to dip parsley in salt water that was a definite no- no. But I tried it although it wasn’t very nice.

I had made the haroseth (which is a mix of cooked apple, almonds, raisins and cinnamon) with Jenny (one of my table members) and although it looked disgusting, it was delicious just as Jenny and I had claimed (we’d tried it the night before).

Father Tony had explained the meanings of the foods well, including the salt water which was a symbol of slaves’ tears.

We had to sing a really fun song called "Dayeinu", which I thought was a well thought out idea.

When we called out the ten plagues we dipped our fingers into our grape juice this is a symbol of slaves being free I really wanted to lick my fingers but that isn’t really what you’re supposed to do, so I stuck to the rules.

At the end of the Passover every one shouted (and I mean shouted) NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM! The whole class enjoyed that.