Tag: Mr. London
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Paris?
On Saturday June 1st, The Husband, Mrs. London and I went to Paris to watch Mr. London and the Toulon rugby team battle Castres in the French rugby championship. Our train left Toulon at 11AM, and we returned on the 11:20AM train the next morning. This is the story of what happened in that 24 hours. …
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The Road Is Long
You know how I was in England this past week (Devon and Essex to be precise), and Paris before that, and Dublin before that? Well before I tell you about our latest trip, and the weekend in Paris, and finish up my Dublin Days tale, I’m going to tell you about my journey home because…
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Dublin: Day 3 {Part 2}
After the match, Mrs. London tweeted this photo of herself with the caption, “This is going to be the best night ever!!!” She was right. The match was over, Mr. London had won, and it was time to celebrate (in fairness we would have been celebrating even if he hadn’t of won because 1. we’re…
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Dublin: Day 3 {Part 1}
(Continuing on from this post) Saturday, oh Saturday, what a day you were… It was all about who needed to be where at what time before the big match at 5PM. Mommy London had arrived late Friday night (Mrs. London’s mother) and checked into the B&B down the road, so early on Saturday we were…
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Dublin: Day 1
We had been planning this trip to Dublin for months; three to be exact. It started in February, when The Husband being some kind of rugby savant, looked at how the Heineken Cup matches were playing out and predicted that either ASM Clermont (his beloved team), RCT Toulon (the team Mr. London plays for), or…
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a last minute dash to the côte d'azur
{Toulon & the Mediterranean} I’m blogging about my last minute dash to the Côte d’Azur from the Côte d’Azur, but I’m not talking about this one, I’m talking about a trip a couple of weeks ago. And then maybe I’ll tell you about this one, a couple of weeks from now (I seem to be running about two-three weeks behind…
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The Road To Dublin
The road to Dublin began with this pair of Nikes. Or rather, Mr. London’s road to Dublin began with these Nikes, The Husband’s and mine began with an Aer Lingus sale. Let me back up… in three weeks time, The Husband, Mrs. London, Gatz (of course) and I are descending upon Dublin. We’re there to catch…
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Avignon, The Last Bit
After the wasabi debacle, beer was needed to wash away all of that burning pain, so we headed to the pub and let the guys set up camp (setting up camp involves trying out three different tables before finally settling on ‘the table’). The Six Nations was kicking off that afternoon, first with Ireland vs.…
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Avignon, The Next Morning
I’m taking a break from the flu, to bring you this next installment of my birthday weekend in Avignon (Yes, I know it was four weeks ago, just go with it please. And if you missed part one, click here). Please excuse any typos, grammatical errors, and general lack of pizazz. I’m full of germs and…
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Avignon, The First Night
After our afternoon in Châteauneuf-du-Pape, we scurried down to Avignon and checked into the hotel (I always stay in the same hotel in Avignon… it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from a pub, on the same street as Zara and H&M, and only a few minutes walk from The Palais des Papes… in short, it’s…
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