I will be rearranging the deckchairs on this app until they turn the lights on and the bouncers are telling people to go home.
If you would like to continue to be electronic friends, I am on Instagram, creatively, as
Improbable juxtaposition of businesses near Hitchin station:
The First Steps Day Nursery and... NO MERCY BOXING GYM. I feel like one of you is in the wrong place.
But special mention for Belgium because he really reminds me of the fireman from Monaco on 30 Rock who puts out fires with a bucket of money #Eurovision
The little one is a hardback recovering of my very tatty copy of Tina Fey's Bossypants and the big one is a lay-flat sketchbook. The fabric from both are donations from my mother's quilting stash 🥰
for some *ridiculous* reason the french love to translate movie titles from english to... english
here's a thread with my all-time favorites, starting with "the hangover"
...i mean VERY BAD TRIP
Appa.
Extremely old soul. Has seen many many things across the ages. Gentle, sweet, kind, with a core of steel. Prone to slapstick comedy.
Loves: snuggles, the radiator, greek yoghurt
Hates: the vacuum cleaner, the doorbell, suitcases with wheels
Momo.
Beautiful silly boy with the grace of a runway model and the voice of a foghorn.
Loves: Obsessively licking my head during important Teams meetings, small fluffy mice toys, playing fetch
Hates: Being in a car, any kind of mild inconvenience
The French word pamplemousse (one of my all-time favourites) derives from the Dutch ‘pompelmoes,’ probably constructed from pompel (‘big’ or ‘swollen’) + limoes (‘lemons’). So a French grapefruit is essentially a ‘fat lemon’ or, as the kids these days would say, a ‘chonky citrus’