Well hello!
I'm back in Paris since Hogmanay after 2 weeks in Scotland, and it feels as if I never left. Which is exactly how I felt at home as well- it's like only one of my homes can exist at a time, the other seems a bit hazy and frankly made-up when I'm not there.
The holidays were lovely, full of food, games of Articulate, snow, more food, and lazing in front of the stove. And seeing as my life here had been clouded out by so many fireside Twiglets (went a bit extreme on salt intake after 3 months of healthy eating here) I wasn't terrifically excited about coming back, though it might have had something to do with the prospect of carrying my whole snowboard kit with me. But, as soon as I got here after a taxi, bus, flight, bus and a final taxi, all was good. Especially as I was welcomed by a warmed-up flat, a wee rose and a note telling me the boys wanted to give me the present Santa left me.
They seemed pleased to see me, and were absolutely in fits when I showed them their new whoopie cushion. Hopefully that won't last too long, I can see it getting wearing after a week or two...
I unpacked, napped, had tea, and then all in a rush Laura arrived and it was practically time for the bells! Just enough time to get dressed up and make a couple of masks (cardboard, shiny blue paper, a lace scarf and a paintbrush- I should be on Blue Peter) before seeing in the new year in my local, popping out to sing Auld Lang Syne with new friends at Place du Panthéon; with compulsory view of the Eiffel Tower. We all got fairly excited when Jackie Bird appeared on the pub TVs back inside -thank you Scottish barman- it was only yesterday we realised the time difference works at New Year too. If we had kept watching we'd have had a second countdown!
Now, sitting in my studio awake at 1.30am again finishing Gran's tablet, I realise I didn't make any resolutions. So: update blog more efficiently, explore more, paint more, speak more French, etc.
And eat out more; been to the same little American diner twice (Breakfast in America, it's really good) but should really branch out! We always fail to find nice little French places that aren't real tourist traps.
There's a good resolution.
A plus tard
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