Tag: The Boyfriend
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I'm Just Too Much
Monday morning and my post was going to be all about the weekend in Auvergne with the Mother, but that will just have to wait for tomorrow because it’s always something and I’m an idiot. This morning started off energetically and full of promise. One of those mornings when you wake up just knowing that…
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Le Tarty
Today the Boyfriend and I are leaving Le Petit Village and heading north to the Auvergne Region to visit… dun dun dun… the Mother. Our road trip this afternoon should be just under five hours. I was doing a little reconnaissance yesterday, checking out our route and what we may pass on our way, sights…
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Thanks Barney
Besides covering up the Nutjob’s handy-work, aka, the romper room staircase, I’ve been slowly painting the rest of our little house. It’s slow go at the moment because this is a solo task and I’ve got other stuff to be doing. But, it’s getting done, and as the Boyfriend reminds me, I’ve got time. Anyhoo……
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Baby Steps
It has now been five and a half weeks since I’ve moved to Le Petit Village. Forty days to be exact. And as of today, exactly two months since my last day of work. But whose counting? And in this five and half weeks, forty days, and two months since leaving the desk I was…
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I'm Going To Have To Start Driving
Last night we did a quick round trip to Avignon with Honey Jr. to pick up our new car. I use the word ‘quick’ loosely. In my mind, quick, is driving straight there, collecting car, and driving straight back home. In the Boyfriend’s mind, quick, means driving to Cousin’s house, having a drink, everyone (Cousin,…
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The Raclette Party & The Plonk
I should have known it was too good to be true. Free wine. HA! A couple of weeks ago when I found out that Tuesdays were pizza night in Le Petit Village, I also discovered that after purchasing four pizzas you can either have a free bottle of coke or a free bottle of wine.…
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My Petit Rave
It’s Friday and I’m feeling pretty good so where as yesterday I had a rant, today I’ll have a rave… 1. Le Petit Village has four castles. They’re mostly in ruins now, but castles nonetheless. And there were turrets. And if there were turrets, there must have been fair maidens high up inside them, with…
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Scaredy Cat Sara
I’m a scaredy cat. I’m scared to walk out my front door into Le Petit Village at night. The same quaint and charming village which I love during the day, takes on a haunting quality in darkness. The only light comes from a few early 20th century lamps that hang high over the main street,…
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Julia Child, I Need You
Cooking in France for French people feels a little intimidating. Not for the Boyfriend because I’ve tasted his cooking and he lost the right to comment. Homeboy should NEVER be allowed near a stove or an oven, or even a microwave for that matter. Actually he shouldn’t even be allowed in a kitchen (he’s only…
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My Martini Quest
I’m having some cocktail hour translation issues. I would like a vodka martini, 007 style (yes, I know his was gin), as in shaken, not stirred, served in a chilled cocktail glass with an olive. The problem is that every time I order a vodka martini I get something quite different to what I think…
It's Me, Sara Louise 