Yes I did
6 squares of soy milk chocolate. That’s right.
Merci Maman
I love getting mail, small/big parcels from France, so I did a little dance a few days ago when I found something from my mother in our mail box. Sometimes she sends unexpected (and odd) things, like books on vinegar and bicarb soda I don’t remember asking for or discussing with her?? But this time she sent something I remembered asking for: a big Michelin map of France.
No idea where it is going to go for the moment but I’m collecting ideas, like this one.
Image from Pia.
A French word for you: ménage
I am not referring to anything saucy, but to simple cleaning. This is what we have spent our weekend doing. I inhaled fumes from bleach, mould killer, windex and pine disinfectant – so much so that my throat feels very scratchy. I hope I still have enough brain cells to rub together to start a fire.
And here are Christian’s thoughts: ‘Housework. I hate it, I hate it like flies hate spiders. Like Oprah hates David Letterman. You want to know the deal about housekeeping? That shit gets dirty again. What’s the point?’
Indeed.
(Image is from here)
Life post scarf
I have been knitting Christian a ribbed bamboo scarf for what seems like ages… And I know, the worst of the cold weather is now behind us…
Maybe I should attempt this as my next project. I said attempt, not succeed.
(Image is from here)
36
Today is my sister Sophie’s birthday (she’s turning 36!). The following list is a short collection of reasons why I love her and she is amazing:
- The night I was born (when she was 5), her first thought when she was told she had a little sister was ‘Yay, I’m so happy!’.
- She put up for years with me waking her up by shining a flashlight in her face at night asking her to play with me.
- She made me pee my pants at the age of 17 by making me laugh really hard.
- She let me sleep in her room for a week after I saw Silence of the Lambs and was too scared on my own.
- She pelted me with Basmati rice on my wedding day.
- She writes poetry and she introduced me to Arthur Rimbaud.
- She always cut my hair on demand, and it always looked good.
- She smells really nice.
- She is always put in charge of breaking bad news to me, and when she does she works in laughs and lightheartedness.
- She put up a picture of the New Zealand rugby team doing a warrior dance in the kitchen of our Paris apartment.
- She has green and orange cat’s eyes and the tiniest hands.
- She gave me my first nephew.
Happy birthday and kisses Sophie! I miss you!
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