Fact

I love my cat, i don’t think she’s that keen on me, i annoy her with cuddles when she’s playing, i pick her up and hold her like a baby and i forget once in a while to clean out her litter tray. I know that she prefers my boyfriend, he knows that she’s a cat and he respects her routine and cat-like behaviour, he doesn’t have the impulse to treat her like a dog like i do.

I love it when she curls up in a tiny draw, that we have somehow acquired during the move, and falls asleep, it looks so uncomfortable but it’s one of her favourite places. I don’t try to understand.

I love that she’s grey, grey is such a wonderful colour. I love her soft fur that we find in balls under the sofa.

I also loves that she talks to us, i’ll give cats that, when they chat to humans it’s definitely more cute than a big woof and a lick, but at the same time it doesn’t have as much passion, still it’s communication, and it’s appreciated, i don’t like having silent family members. She’s talkative, like us.

She also drinks with her paw, dipping the tip into her water bowl and then licking it over and over until her thirst is quenched, she’s so refined.

I love my cat and i love my boyfriend and that’s all there is to say at the moment.

I want answers…

Does anyone have them?

I’ll pay good money!

Or maybe just the name of a good therapist…

More developments to come in the next episode

Jack & Jill…

This is without a doubt the strangest week that i’ve experienced in my adult life…

People, people that i know and love, people that are my age, people that are not necessarily planning it… are pregnant!

Yes that’s right, two of my nearest and dearest are with child and it stirs up the strangest feelings within me, i can’t be sure what they are… Excitement? At the thought of some of my favourite people in the world passing their genes on to create new little people…? Maybe. Fear? As my mind has trained me to feel every time i hear someone’s pregnant, after all, we’re all still 16 aren’t we? A little. Jealousy? For all the female reasons, i think… Never thought i’d say that. Possibly. Nostalgia? For obvious reasons, i guess… Almost definitely. A feeling of disappointment that i’ll not be there so see any of it? A realisation that i’m too far away from some of my best friends to be part of their lives anymore… Yeah.

Anyway, i am truly happy for them all, they’re both settled with lovely guys and happy in their careers, as such, both always wanted children, at some point, and now they’re there, there at that stage in their lives…

I still feel strange though… Need to leave the house, clear my head…

Typical…

I find it highly ironic that on the day of mothers that i have the mother of all hang-overs…

My hang-over shares many of same characteristics as my mother, the most obvious of all, not knowing when to quit!

Oh, Happy Mother’s Day to all.

1, 2, 3…

An abridgement of everything i have learnt in the past two weeks:

1. Travelling with large amounts of luggage is not fun…

2. London is home to the best food in the world, full stop.

3. My mother has serious issues…

4. Rime is: “a white ice that forms when the water droplets in fog freeze to the outer surfaces of objects” and is the most beautiful sort of ice i’ve ever seen…

5. My brother-in-law does like to talk… And i’m happy for him.

6. My sister is a grown up…

7. The information “I live in Paris” holds much power in London…

8. Holiday Inns can be good…

9. We all need a little push in life, from time to time…

10. A size 14 is not always a size 14…

11. I can’t barter…

12. My best friend from school is with child…

13. And finally home really is where the heart is…

(14. And it is possible to buy a cutlery holder that doesn’t make you want to kill yourself!)

Valentine’s Day…

I think i’ve found a downside to the recent Vélib expeditions! Pollution! It’s the only thing i can think of that would give me this sore a throat when nobody’s ill around me…

Then what makes it worse is that i’m off to see the Londoner and whenever i go, i’m always ill, and she always shouts at me!!

With any luck it’ll pass quickly… Anyway nothing’s gonna stop me on my expeditions, coz i love them, and on Valentine’s Day we’re meant to declare our love openly…!

I’m so easily pleased…

(Two posts in one day, is that even legal?…)

Now i may be the last person in the city of Paris, and it’s many suburbs, to say this but today i rented a Vélib for the first time… and it was awesome!

After the initial fear of the stand that told me that it would take €150 out of my account when i put in my bank card and quite a few missed calls to people that i know that have rented them before, her, him (though he’s never rented one due to a disabling brain defect that prevents him from learning to ride a bike!) and a few others, i managed by myself (ok i lie, a stranger helped me!) to get a bike from the stand, hitch up the seat and set off in the direction of home…

I’ve not been on a bike and on flat terrain (i did have a bike in Sheffield that i sold a month after i bought it, Sheffield is built on 7 mountains/hills much like Rome, (not the métro station) and that’s just insanity!) for years, and suddenly with the wind in my hair i felt 5 again pedaling as fast as i could then letting the wheels spin, seriously, who needs drugs!

The downside to all of this adventure (i really don’t get out much do i?!) is that with our imminent move, i’ve decided that i don’t want to be any further out of Paris than we already are, everyone should live within the boarders of Paris at some point in their lives (i realise that realistically this would make Paris an extremely crowded place and therefor people shouldn’t take my advice and move here, in fact i’d prefer more of you to move out and also leave us an extremely nice apartment… I can dream…) coz Paris actually is just as wonderful as they say it is in the books!

Weekends… (Edited…)

Wow, that feeling, it’s been a while since i felt it, always so much to do, so many people to see, which is great, friends, i mean i love the company and i love our friends, but i’d almost forgotten what it was like, just us two and some great sunny weather…

God that girl who hates showing femininity is gonna have to take a step back here, and anyone that feels a little queasy needs to shut their computer and go out and get some air because this is my next sentence; Saturday afternoon… we walked from our home to Les Champs Élysées, hand in hand… in all fairness, it may not have been a conscious act, it could well have been a hidden insecurity about the fact that between us we were wearing some of the ugliest footwear in the world and therefor felt to need to cling on to one another to avoid being dragged away by the fashion police… (See i can’t admit to being romantic, it’s just not in my genes!)

But all good things come to an end and ecstatic by having avoided the mocking laughs of the Parisian public at our footwear, we hid in the cinema for a break. Live! Was interesting but hardly brilliant, however the man that fell asleep on his shoulder and snored loudly did provide us with some laughs and even distracted us from our footwear shame…

Saturday night ended with my most favourite activity… Eating, and better than that eating Indian food. I’m not gonna sugar coat it, it was heaven! (… but i can talk about food in the most passionate way, i’m so messed up!)

Sundays always used to be my favourite of all the days, and only recently have i been able to feel that again… They’re a two faced beast that’s relaxed and calm, none of the shops are open, normal activities are banned, but they’re also the last day of freedom, before being caught and thrown back into real life, the calm before the storm, so i make the best of them (even during unemployment!), my mother asked me once, if i knew the world was going to end in 24 hours, what would i do? And i think the answer would be; i’d have an average Sunday…

And so, my average Sunday was going to see my English student’s orchestra play very beautiful music in a really ugly church (i’m aware that i’m going to hell…) and i sat in his arms enjoying every minute of it.

A short walk (in respectable shoes!) to MK2 at Bibliothèque François Mitterrand led us to Juno, a young girl who shone in verbal ways that i had forgotten were possible… It was bliss…

But my favourite part of our whole weekend was Sunday evening, when we sat down on the sofa, after dinner and got so caught up in Dexter (series 2) that we stayed up, under the covers, in the living room, til 3:30 in the morning just to see how it ended!

The End.

(NO MORE EDITS, OK!)

Drama queen…

So i officially have my foot in my mouth, am a drama queen, should know when to shut up and not write on my blog.

I got my diploma!

In all fairness to me it was pretty close 59/100, so just a couple more mistakes and it would have been failure all the way… But instead i now have to live with the fact that i CAN actually read, write and speak French, (well to a certain level at least…) which in turn means i have no excuse for not reading in French, making stupid mistakes when i write emails to my ex teacher; e.g. “bonne courage” (oh dear!) and “que il faillait” (kill me now!) or not speaking French all day everyday!

My god, my life is over… I wish i’d failed! ^_^

My first attempt…

In an attempt to keep myself somewhat busy during this drought of employment, i decided a couple of days ago to pick up his huge scary camera and find out how it works… I have inevitably stolen her presentation style in order to show you a few that didn’t turn out too bad and that i actually quite like…

And so while the rest of my life feels pointless and somewhat depressing at least i have something pretty to look at while i wait to see whether sitting at home can actually kill you…