I’ve gotten so lax with posting regularly. It’s more difficult than I thought, this blogging malarkey. Certainly, it’s far more time-consuming. I keep telling myself that I should write shorter posts – if I spend less time writing them, I’d surely write more. And they’d be quicker to read, which, I’m told, is The Key... Continue Reading →
Death By Tax Declaration
It’s May! Which means warmer days, greener trees, almost everyone in my phonebook’s birthday, and, if you live in France, annual tax declarations. Hurray! French forms! It’s no exaggeration to say I’ve been worrying about filing my tax declaration since I got here, 7 months ago. Actually, it’s a slight understatement, as I did my... Continue Reading →
Head Over Heels
This is a short post to announce that, as of last week*, I am now the exceptionally proud and delighted owner of one authentic 1960’s typewriter. For someone who endeavours to fill their life with as many attractive clichés as possible, the mere fact of ownership is enough to please all by itself. The thought... Continue Reading →
Baffled By Brunch
Happy May 1st! And a happy day it is indeed, for me anyway, because in France, it’s a national holiday! On a Tuesday, too, which is a huge novelty for someone who has grown up in England, where mid-week bank holidays are simply not a thing - unless it’s Christmas, Boxing Day, or New Year’s... Continue Reading →
A Sunshine Sport
I’ve found my sport. Now, I’m not particularly athletic as people go. I tried hard in school, filling my lunch breaks and after-school hours with whatever sporting activities were on offer. I generally grasped the theory pretty quickly, and with it, the technique, so I usually made a good start with new sports. However, my... Continue Reading →
Better Than Yoga
I have a confession: I didn’t go to yoga yesterday. I’d booked the class days ago with the best intentions, and when I left for work in the morning, it was in the mindset of being out until 8:30pm (when yoga ends), save for the fifteen-minute stop home to change into something a little more... Continue Reading →
There’s No Accounting For Taste (Airbnb No. 3)
Now, if you’ve read my earliest posts, I realise that it looks like I have completely abandoned the saga of my Quest For An Apartment and you would be forgiven for reaching that conclusion. Aha! Fooled you. Despite a two-and-a-bit-month-long digression, I have returned to my narrative to enlighten you further on the joys of... Continue Reading →
A Taste Of Summer
We had a little taste of summer in Paris this weekend - and let me tell you, it was delicious. Clear blue skies, glorious sunshine, 22 degree heat… what more could you ask of April? As someone of mixed English and Irish blood, it’s pretty much written into my genetic code that in the event... Continue Reading →
Easter in Paris
Joyeuses Pâques! A little late, I know - but as I hope most people were, I was somewhat busy with general Easter merriment over the weekend, and blogging just had to wait. Sorry! Anyway, I hope it isn’t too late for you to be interested in reading about French Easter tradition, because that is what... Continue Reading →
