Being part of the dementia strategy meeting.
Spending about 40 minutes with the volunteers, mainly chatting about migraines and choirs.
An evening testing each other on French weird whilst cuddled up in bed, looking at the full moon.
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The good mood at work continues.
I smashed the presentation at the scary canal meeting.
Edith Piaf on the way home.
Slow mo videos, jumping into the water.
Laughing in the pool with Sarah
Dinner on the castle rooftop. Beautiful, delicious, drunk. Spoke French with the Spanish taxi driver. Laughed a lot.
And the gecko in the pool.
I’m in Brussels! Solo holiday. And I got seat 61 on the Eurostar. Which comes with free breakfast and aaaaall the leg room.
Brass bands a plenty for the National Day.
Being a bit drunk, buying chocolate in a shop that was playing French rap. It made me feel so….. European.
Plus speaking French, texts and this gorgeous apartment.
The loud and lively wedding by the river. The big brass band following the bride and her besties around for an hour, dancing and dancing. It was so much fun.
Feeling more confident. Being less shy about talking in French. Not calling myself an idiot.
Alice’s texts about her long awaited Neighbours prediction coming true. Dee isn’t dead!
The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.
Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden.
Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.
Morning yoga. With the balcony doors open.
Simple and the ginger hot chocolate. I did it. And it was the perfect, quiet place to relax out of the rain. I’m glad I turned round and found the courage to go in.
The Pont Neuf at night.
Being in beautiful Toulouse, all on my own.
The gorgeous AirBnB I’m staying in.
Buying my French favorites – grape juice, apple puree and an incredible chocolate mousse.
The kid who threw his ice cream on the floor. And that stamped on it.
Reading a piece about the French loving spending time on their own. Just before I’m about to go to France on my own.
Coffee milkshake.
Learning some French
Watching Love
Going to the big Waitrose. Oh I love Waitrose. Especially big ones.
Doing all the things to make me feel better today. Namely:
The cheap and delicious chocolate custard cake.
Sacking off work and just getting lots of life admin shit done – new passport ordered, food bags picked up, books donated, people responded to, face mask…urm…masked.
Then some creative shit. Sketching from the nude photographs I had done and watching a funny video about whittling. Then a smidge of learning some French.
Being better at my French app with my husky, coughy voice.
The surprisingly delicious quesadilla for lunch from the guy with amazing two tone facial hair.
Nadiya being Star Baker this week. I love her.
Innocent French childhoods, ruined.
Paneer korma. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Just hanging out with Jonny, moaning about shit.
Speaking a bit of French to the French man at work.
‘La, la la la la la la, tea… no thanks I’ll have a beer’
Shoe shopping.
A bit of my man hating side coming out as I learn French. Whoops.
Celebrating our friends engagement.
A bit of a ‘coming out’ at work. Suddenly everything feels a bit more relaxed.
My boss telling me to go and meditate in the sun for 10 minutes while she finished setting up. I got paid to meditate!
More free food in the afternoon.
Practising a teeny tiny bit of French with some French customers.
A Belgium biscuit.
Dinner. And the most delicious dessert I’ve ever had.
Cuddling on the bed watching French cooking.
Seeing the sign we laboured over for weeks finally up above the shop
Getting off the tube a stop early on the way home and walking in the sun shine
Then arriving home to a glass of wine and some Boursin on toast. Delicious.
Three little things 