Tag: Mr. London
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A Princess in Châteauneuf-du-Pape
The Princess I’m referring to in the post title is me (obviously, but I’m guessing you knew that already). When The London’s arrived in The LPV before our trip to Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Avignon, Mrs. London presented me with a tiara for the weekend, because she knows that everyone should be treated like royalty on their birthday…
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Toulon: a photo essay
WHEW! Guess what I just figured out? In my advancing age, it now takes me two whole nights to recover from one night out. No longer can I shake my bonbon on the dance floor until 5AM, sleep for three hours, and wake-up feeling normal with a spring in my step. Nope, I can’t, those…
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The St. Stephen's Day Terrorist
Looking at this photo, you would think that the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was the small, white dog who had eaten something that didn’t agree with his little belly. But no, as painfully odorous as that was, the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was actually my mother, who held us hostage with her particular brand of…
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Santa's Little Helpers
{photo: courtesy of Kirsty} A few weeks ago, I met Kirsty (You Had Me at Bonjour, Kirsty) for dinner in Aix at a cozy place called, Hue Cocotte (we had let our husbands come along too and we all had a marvelous time… like a getting home at 2am kind of marvelous time). Well on that…
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simply too good to give it a name
Thank you to everyone who took the time to vote for me in the Expat Blog Awards. Thanks to you, Sara in Le Petit Village was awarded with the Bronze! And thank you for reading and commenting. Each and everyone of you make me very happy indeed.(For a complete list of the winners, click here. They…
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Thanksgiving Schmanksgiving
{that there on the left is my Massasoit great-great grandfather} The following conversation took place a couple of weeks ago:Mr. London: “But I’ve never had a Thanksgiving” Me: “That’s because you’re English”Mr. London: “But I want one” Well, since Mr. London lost to Clermont (insert evil laugh here) I thought that I should take pity on…
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{shetlands, shelties, some other stuff, and a free book}
{my little pony} ++ When I was a little girl I had a Shetland pony named Rainy Day. Rainy Day was my best friend and there isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think about him, so you can only imagine the level of excitement I felt when we were driving through…
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it was a graveyard smash
It’s been years since I’ve dressed up for Halloween, seriously, years. It’s been so long that I can’t even remember my last Halloween costume (but I do remember being Madonna for like five years in a row when I was a kid… Madonna is the Halloween gift that keeps on giving). So this year when I…
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there and back again
{sugary sweetness} I suppose I can blame Brother-in-Law. After all, it was his fault that we ended up spending the night in Toulon when he told Mr. London that there was no rush in us bringing his car back (and I missed a night of desperately needed beauty sleep) and it was his Halloween party…
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it happened again
{Stade Mayol} “So RCT have a home game on Thursday…” That was the text I got from Mrs. London talking about All Saints Day (the 1st of November). All Saints day is a holiday here in France, and what better way to spend a day off than by watching Mr. London do his thing (RCT is Toulon…
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