Tag: Mr. London
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On the Eve of Christmas Eve…
… We said goodbye to our petit sapin de Noël, filled the car with Christmas goodies and headed off towards Toulon to celebrate the holiday with my cousin, Mrs.London. After spending a merry evening the night before with The Honeys, eating Rice Krispy treats (made by me) and pulling off bits of honey nougat (made…
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Francegiving
Isn’t that a festive turkey? It’s courtesy of Mr.London. When he arrived the day before Francegiving, he had a few hours to kill before Gregory came home so I decided to keep him busy (idle hands and all). I asked him if he would like to help with the table place cards and he happily…
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Gregory's Thanksgiving Miracle
I had been planning this year’s Thanksgiving for months. Maybe not ‘planning’ per se, but definitely talking about it. I wasn’t 100% satisfied with the way it had turned out last year and not just the Rudy McRuderude part. It was my first Thanksgiving that I cooked myself and that combined with the fact that…
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L'anniversaire de Mr.London
“I know what I want to get Bumder for his birthday.” “You do! Good! What?“ “A speaker thing for his iphone. It’s really good and really loud but it costs €200.“ “WHAT?! No. Find something else.“ “But he’ll love it!“ “Don’t care.” This was the conversation Gregory and I were having about Mr. London’s birthday…
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snippet
// I’ve been cheating on Fifty… shhh… That guy with me in the photo is Boris, Boris Bastareaud to be precise. He’s my buddy. He is one of the dogs that hang out in the village and I’ve kind of adopted him. I don’t know what his real name is but Mrs. London and I have…
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boys will be boys
{English, English, South African, French, French} We were due to go and visit Mr. & Mrs. London for the weekend. Somehow three weeks had passed since we had seen each other and The Husband had grown quite cranky (and according to Mrs. London, Mr. London had been wearing his grumpy pants too). Normally when we go, Mr.…
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fun in the sun
My happiest sunny, summer days are made up of pool side fun, family, friends and barbecues. What are yours made up of? As for that water-rugby match or whatever it was that was going on in the pool, (and that Mrs. London and I steered well clear of), I’m pretty sure Fifty won. Bon weekend…
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The Race
The funny thing about living in a teeny tiny place where nothing ever happens is getting overly excited about things that I never would have given two hoots for before. That’s me now, the girl who goes loopy-de-loop when she sees the signs for the circus going up, or the bumper cars arriving for the…
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Aix: Les Lions + Les Soldes
Some Saturdays ago, we decided to go to Aix-en-Provence. I love going to Aix, but I especially love going to Aix when we’re meeting Mr. & Mrs. London. Meeting Mr. & Mrs. London means that Mrs. London and I get to leave Mr. London and The Husband in a pub and then trot off to…
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my trip to Devon
Sometimes you find yourself in places you never dreamed you would be (hello, Le Petit Village), life’s twists and turns dropping you off in some curious spot or another. A few weeks ago my path led me to a small fishing town in Devon in the southwest of England where Mr. London grew up. (Mr.…
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