Cheap thrills
I am right now thoroughly enjoying a bowl of beetroot and corn, and wearing one of my favourite pieces of clothing (a white blouse with some circular embroidery going on all over).
Now usually, when I eat beetroot, I put on an apron. Yep. Because I’m kind of clumsy. But today against my better judgement I am relishing the laziness and have skipped the apron. So I’m eating something purple that stains like nothing else, and wearing white.
It makes me feel like I live so dangerously and on the edge. Yep. Sad.
All the landmarks and airports a baby would need to know about
My gorgeous friend Jess sent me this the other day.
To put it to good use we just need to:
*Make up our minds once and for all whether we want children.
*Agree on names – which have to work equally well in both French and English AND have the same spelling in both languages (because I don’t want my children to have a multiple split personality thing going depending on which language they introduce themselves in), not end in -ie for girls (Christian’s foot down) or be Charles or Félix for boys (Christian’s foot again, based on mental connections with British royal family which he’s not fond of, and tv show ‘The Odd Couple’).
*Agree on number of middle names – 2 (my foot down, because in France we have at least that number).
*Agree on where we want them: Europe (yes, yes!) or Australia (far, far – from family and cousins – but current foreseeable country of residence).
You know what? That cute Paris map also comes printed on a bag. I think I’ll take that instead for the moment. And keep on bugging my sister to have a second baby :)
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