Right then, I suppose some of you would be demanding an apology for yesterdays post. I’d delete the entire thing but that would be untrue so it stays. Really, I’ll apologize for the profanity but not the sentiment, though even the profanity carries a certain truth of the situation. So ok then, where does that leave us? At not apologizing?
Fine, fine, apologies all around then, whatever.
I’m feeling the tiniest bit better today, and no I’m not drunk. But honestly my mates at Impaqt have said that it’s a familiar experience for many transplants to this inhospitable land. I even had one lovely French woman say that it’s the same for the non-transplants. Short of saying it’s a typical French experience, we’ll say it’s a common French experience. Dealing with bureaucratic nit wits that is.
I’m meant to be taking French at Impaqt but I’m having a smashing time learning ‘British’ also.
(Am considering taking up smoking just so I can say “Hey Maggie, can I bum a fag?”)
Oh and sorry, don’t want to leave Maggie out; I’m also acquiring a fair Irish accent. The trouble is that I’ve always picked up peoples accents quite readily and I find that by the end of the day with these ladies I’m talking much like them. I think it’s hilarious and fun and just hope that they don’t think I’m being cheeky.
Currently sitting here drinking some lovely hot English afternoon tea and dipping my shortbread biscuit into said tea until it’s just barely soft, just as Maggie told me to do. It’s a brilliant way to spend the early evening. The tea and biscuits were a ‘prezy’ from Maggie, who brought them back for me from her London weekend.
(I’ve not actually discovered exactly what Maggie did in London on her weekend [she says it was a vacation] but I’m sure it involved watching the Irish rugby team on tv in a pub and consuming no small amount of beer.)
But anyway, the biscuits are my absolute favorites, Walkers shortbread. Walkers shortbread that I would have called cookies, but which I’m assured by Maggie are in fact biscuits. Unfortunately I am currently struggling with trying to not eat every single one of them in one sitting. I’ll try to ration them a bit over the next few days. However, those of you who know me know that I don’t do ‘rationing’ very well and that I’ll likely eat them all within the next hour.
Well, I’m meant to be working on a listening activity and I should probably get on with it. Will have tea and shortbread for dinner while I listen. S sends greeting from Romania and apologizes for his lack of fresh posts, but between language lessons and the never ending work there isn’t enough time in the week. We are trying to get to Paris this weekend but much depends on how knackered he is after this trip.
Just wanted to put up a quick post to assure all that I am not drunk (very anyway), I’m not leaving France in a huff (yet anyway) and that I’m no quitter.
