Tag: Mrs. London
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Holiday Eyes {Aix-en-Provence}
Something marvelous happened the day after Brazil Day, Mrs. London and I got to go Aix-en-Provence, alone. We were free to wander the quaint streets without a single huff being puffed.(This rare event occurred because Gregory and I were going to Toulon for the weekend. Since Fifty would be keeping Gregory company on the journey…
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Brazil Day {la nuit}
After the volleyball tournament, we left Brazil Day to go home for a bit and freshen up. When we returned, we did so with a bottle of Pimms. If Big Man was going to charge us €2.50 (or €2.70 depending on if I looked like a tourist or not) for some fizzy lemonade, we might…
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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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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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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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Dublin: Days 4 – 7
(This post rounds out and finishes up my trip to Dublin in May. In case you missed how it all started, check out Day 1, Day 2, Day 3 Part 1 & Part 2) ++ The Husband got a fish pedicure (see above). I think this was day six. Mrs. London and I dropped him off…
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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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