Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Who's a clever boy, then?

Enough said.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I love old oak trees.

I am just emerging from the depression that hits me each time we come back to Paris after a long break in the UK.

The main cause of our discontent is a lack of English (and Welsh!) friends here. I have made several English-speaking friends during our stay but all, without exception, have left Paris to move to the country, to the UK or to another job location. The latest friend to do a runner is going to Kazakhstan for a year. How desperate is that!?

I appreciate that we live in a stunning flat, in a pretty quartier with all possible amenties close by, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with food, wine and restaurants to make you all envious but, hey, what is life if you can't have a good laugh with mates?

So, have a look at this parking. Yes, they are parked - not in a queue of traffic waiting for the road ahead to clear. Now, tell me that doesn't make you laugh out loud.



And the oak tree ...... that's just there to cheer me up.