Holidays over, back to work. Not actually as bad as it sounds, pains me to admit that I missed my little munchkins at their faces at my front door on Monday morning made me crack a smile through my bleary red wine fug.
I'll be honest,I'm struggling to remember what I spent my second week doing, I know there was lots of coffee and baking involved. The work in the kitchen was in full swing so it was super awks hanging chez moi during the day, shout out to my church's kitchen for providing a sanctuary for me to bake in during the week. Other then that it was nice to have coffee etc with friends and not have to dash off somewhere after, Paris is about taking your time and so often there's no chance too. Friday was fun, me and Gemma went to the architecture museum at the Trocadéro, another freebie. The museum is fantastic, I particularly enjoyed the casts of gothic architecture from around France; more then that though the views from the building were beautiful too. We followed our culture up with a stroll back to our hood via the Seine where we stumbled upon the Radio France building in the middle of a big fire, merde! This obviously was hungry work so we treated ourselves to M&S sandwichs for lunch. After I met up with Zoe where curtain pole shopping turned into Friday afternoon drinks in the sun, the dream. This was a favourite past time of mine from uni and it was so nice to gave a chance to afternoon drink again! Halloween night was a pretty chilled night at Gemma's, I've only ever dressed up for Halloween once in my life so I really didn't feel like I missed much having a quietish night in.
Saturday was, in my books, a perfect Parisian day. It started with coffee and some bible study which really put a few things into perspective for me. This was followed by a wander through Le Marais to Place voyage via falafel stands and Yiddish pâtisseries for lunch supplies. I got a salt beef sandwich because my sister challenged me to find the best one (and if you know me at all you know I can't resist challenges) I think I could leave this world happy now knowing I've found the greatest sandwich ever. So we made the most of the heat that was still holding on, it was November 1st and we were still in light jackets and cardies. I will say though that now we've finally got a winter chill going on, I have even considered gloves the past couple of days...
Saturday night, I got the house to myself for the first time since moving here, bliss. Stock up on rubbish food and watched Gossip Girl all evening. Sunday of course was busy, Bubbles in the morning for probably the last time and then sound desk in the evening. I don't resent busy Sundays at my church at all though, in fact I love them. My family Skyped me on Sunday after lunch, I miss them so much but I was so nice to see them altogether and be a part of family day virtually. Little things like that keep you going whilst you're away. Sunday night consisted of one glass of wine after the evening service turning into three bottles between three of us. Whilst Monday was a fog of fatigue I don't regret it, it was one of those evenings where you sit down and realise you have so much to talk about with the people your with. We kept ordering more wine because we had so much more to say, not because we were on a mission for a heavy night.
Monday I came back down to earth with a thud, lessons are back on and the kids are back in my care after school. Between this and the commitment I have to things at church I'm happily busy, I have never been one who enjoys doing nothing, I need to be active and doing stuff. Tonight is the first chance I've had to sit down and finish this blog off that I started writing on Tuesday.... oops.
Although it give me a good chance to share what I shared with most people I saw today, I need to stop eating so many biscuits in this darn city. These last two weeks have been ridiculous food wise, no kitchen has meant grabbing whatever where ever and that has normally meant rubbish junk food. I normally feeds me fruit and veg every day (that makes me sound like a child but the mum does do all my cooking...) without someone giving it to me a never buy fruit and obviously choose sandwiches over salad. I survived just about at uni by the invention that was stir fry and a gym membership, here I don't even have my running shoes. Paris is a city with a boulangerie every ten metres, I have very low will power when it comes to pain au chocolats. Let's also not forget Monday when I ate crepes for breakfast, cheeseburger for lunch and crepes for dinner. Merde. I shouldn't even eat white bread, I'd given it up before I moved here, ffs. Now the wonderment that is French food has worn off maybe I should go back to making sure I don't get scurvy or rickets. And the kitchen is finished now so fingers crossed I will provide ample bananas for me to munch on, although last time I ate a banana it was pretty traumatic...
Saturday night, I got the house to myself for the first time since moving here, bliss. Stock up on rubbish food and watched Gossip Girl all evening. Sunday of course was busy, Bubbles in the morning for probably the last time and then sound desk in the evening. I don't resent busy Sundays at my church at all though, in fact I love them. My family Skyped me on Sunday after lunch, I miss them so much but I was so nice to see them altogether and be a part of family day virtually. Little things like that keep you going whilst you're away. Sunday night consisted of one glass of wine after the evening service turning into three bottles between three of us. Whilst Monday was a fog of fatigue I don't regret it, it was one of those evenings where you sit down and realise you have so much to talk about with the people your with. We kept ordering more wine because we had so much more to say, not because we were on a mission for a heavy night.
Monday I came back down to earth with a thud, lessons are back on and the kids are back in my care after school. Between this and the commitment I have to things at church I'm happily busy, I have never been one who enjoys doing nothing, I need to be active and doing stuff. Tonight is the first chance I've had to sit down and finish this blog off that I started writing on Tuesday.... oops.
Although it give me a good chance to share what I shared with most people I saw today, I need to stop eating so many biscuits in this darn city. These last two weeks have been ridiculous food wise, no kitchen has meant grabbing whatever where ever and that has normally meant rubbish junk food. I normally feeds me fruit and veg every day (that makes me sound like a child but the mum does do all my cooking...) without someone giving it to me a never buy fruit and obviously choose sandwiches over salad. I survived just about at uni by the invention that was stir fry and a gym membership, here I don't even have my running shoes. Paris is a city with a boulangerie every ten metres, I have very low will power when it comes to pain au chocolats. Let's also not forget Monday when I ate crepes for breakfast, cheeseburger for lunch and crepes for dinner. Merde. I shouldn't even eat white bread, I'd given it up before I moved here, ffs. Now the wonderment that is French food has worn off maybe I should go back to making sure I don't get scurvy or rickets. And the kitchen is finished now so fingers crossed I will provide ample bananas for me to munch on, although last time I ate a banana it was pretty traumatic...
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