Happy Maytime weather
It's freezing (relatively), and I'm sitting here in my fluffy slippers, with the heating full on, trying to figure out what to pack for Paris tomorrow. Last week I was thinking in terms of sandals and dresses, but now it's looking more and more like boots, scarves and a big coat. I also have to work out a route that will allow me to get to the polling station (to vote), Boots (to buy several thing the g-d forgot to buy the other week), the Co-op (because apparently you can't get cheddar in France) and St Pancras (to actually get there).
The g-d has emailed me to say (apart from the Boot's list) that they are planning to sit up and watch the election with friends tomorrow night, which rather stymies my Cunning Plan for avoiding the whole thing until it's all over. Curses. I'm really fed up with hearing about it by now. Can it really be true that so many people don't know who to vote for yet? And when the election is all over it will be the sodding, curse-of-God World Cup. Hooray.
On the other hand, this time tomorrow (Eurostar permitting), I'll be in Paris. Hooray! (genuine, this time, not sarcastic).
The g-d has emailed me to say (apart from the Boot's list) that they are planning to sit up and watch the election with friends tomorrow night, which rather stymies my Cunning Plan for avoiding the whole thing until it's all over. Curses. I'm really fed up with hearing about it by now. Can it really be true that so many people don't know who to vote for yet? And when the election is all over it will be the sodding, curse-of-God World Cup. Hooray.
On the other hand, this time tomorrow (Eurostar permitting), I'll be in Paris. Hooray! (genuine, this time, not sarcastic).