I suppose it was always only going to be a matter of time before FP or I - or both of us - bumped into one of our ex?s. After all, when you move into an apartment in Versailles - the city squashed between two other towns in which our respective ex?s live ? you should really be prepared for an awkward meeting in the street. I thought I was prepared...
We were doing our weekly shopping in the local supermarket when it happened. I had carefully written out my usual two shopping lists - one for the left side of the shop and the other for the right side - and sent FP off to the other end...
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Home ;
noun
1. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household. 2. a. An environment offering security and happiness. b. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.
I'm not really very sure where 'home' is yet. I went 'home' to Scotland last week, yet when I came back to France, I was going 'home' too. Can you have two homes, I wonder? Is it possible to feel equally happy and at ease and all the other lovely feelings that come with being at home, in two completely different places?
I remember when I first came to France I...
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Yesterday I made my way through Paris to Charles de Gaulle Airport and got on a plane to Glasgow. A five day trip back home was certainly something I needed to do after six long months without having seen friends and family, without having had the opportunity to breath in the unpolluted, fresh Scottish air or talk in my mother tongue to strangers.
It's all very surreal to come back here. As the plane descended yesterday, rapidly approaching the tarmac of the runway at Glasgow Airport, I looked out of the tiny portahole window across the fields and fields of green grass to the hills against...
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Boooooooooooooooo... Wooooooooooooo!
Yeah, sorry, that was supposed to be a ghosty noise.
So HAPPY HALLOWEEN everyone! I hope you are all enjoying the festivities that today brings; parties, sweeties, trick or treating, or, like me, sitting in the apartment with the lights off and the tv down low, ignoring all knocks at the door.
Yes, that's right, I'm hiding from the children who are trick or treating tonight - well, I haven't actually had anyone at the door yet, but I'm hiding from any potential children who come looking for treats. It may sound mean, but it's for the kid's own good...
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It's only been 6 months since I've been fully recovered from tuberculosis, and the scars left by the lesions are still evident on my body. I wasn't expecting them to miraculously disappear - I'm not that disillusioned - (although I certainly wouldn't be complaining if the scars had just vanished into thin air), but I still occasionally find myself fretting about the scar that runs across my cheek and spreads out over my nose.
It's not that I feel sorry for myself because of what happened, but rather that it's just such a pain in the big fat bum to have something like that right IN THE...
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Well folks, it's been a wee while, hasn't it? The thing is, last week my time was taken up with entertaining my lovely guests - bestest friend Zannie and her lovely fiancé Venzo - who had come all the way from Glasgow just to see little old me! It was really, really great to have them here and to spend some much needed catching up time with Zannie and to discuss the wedding (did I mention I'll be a bridesmaid?!).
Zannie and I met when we were five years old when she came to our primary school as the new girl. All I can remember of her from that first day was that she had this beautiful,...
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