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A Taste of Garlic
It’s good to be home! Fifty’s happy, The Husband’s happy, I’m happy. Our little house is almost hovering off the ground with all the happy good vibes. But, (always a but isn’t there), I’ve got an enormous amount of stuff to do to get the good vibe house back to normal (in saying that, the…
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Au Revoir Dublin
not sober Today is my last day in Dublin. Tomorrow morning I’m on a plane to Marseille and headed back to Le Petit Village life (and regularly scheduled blog posts). The Husband is excited, he doesn’t do ‘alone’ very well. Since I’ve been gone, Baby Cousin, The Gypsy, and The Spaniard, have all slept over. (can’t you…
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Happy Things
This time next week I will be on the plane en route to Marseille and back to life in Le Petit Village. I’m missing The Husband and Fifty. Ten days without my furry little angel cuddling up to me and The Husband’s huffing and puffing has left me feeling a bit vacant. To combat that…
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Forgive and Forget
Check out this sign outside an electronics store in Dublin… Hmm… Looks like the Irish are still a tad pissed about that whole Thierry Henry handball thing (click here). Grudge? Who, us? No! bisou
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A Little Run Down
I’m tired, dehydrated, my wallet is weeping and my liver is crying. Much too tired to type anything even remotely witty, but I’m going to give it a go anyway with a little run down of what I’ve been up to. Sunday was spent as planned except the wine bar was switched for the local…
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The Haps In Dublin on Sunday
Warning… Warning… Warning… This won’t be interesting at all. I’m awake early and without Fifty and The Husband hovering, I’ve found myself twiddling my thumbs a bit. I’m speaking (writing, whatever) to you my Peeps to keep me entertained. This is what I’ve got going on today, it’s so very different from my new life…
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A Walk with Papa's Wife
Peeps, you would have been so proud of me! Last Sunday we went for lunch at Papa’s house, and stuffed to the gills afterwards, Papa’s Wife suggested that we go for a walk. We as in me and she. One and a half hours out and about and moi speaking French without anyone to help.…
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Animals I like To Make Fun Of
Le Petit Village is like a petting zoo. Dogs are out and about unleashed at all times and we are overrun with feral cats (my mother would die, just die if she saw them – not a cat fan). We are in desperate need of Bob Barker and his spaying and neutering ways. And these…
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Come And Find Me
A villager taped this sign to their front door… ‘Delivery, I am in the village.’ Priceless. Sometimes, I really love village life. bisou
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New Home Hunting Take 2
Potential Home 2… Like the first house we looked at, this one was also twenty minutes down the road and on the way to Papa’s house. Anything close to Papa’s house is a bonus. I like spending time there. Papa’s Wife is one of the few people I can communicate in French with, because she…
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