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OK, C'est bon? C'est bon.
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:15 pmOK, I'm writing up some notes on our trip to St Malo. It may take me some time to piece things together, as my memory is blurry and has holes in, so you may have to wait for a fuller version. In the meantime:
- I ache and I'm tired
- I don't think I've stopped smiling since Friday evening.
- Je keep translating tous le choses que je suis about to say from English into pidgin Franglais, et quand people speak a moi en Anglais je translate ca aussi et maintenant je suis tres tres confused.
- Et je peut parle seulement tres lentement, avec les pauses pour l'autre person a comprendre et je nod et je smile a tous le monde. Ce n'est pas professional for a Chartered Tax Advisor.
- "C'est bon" is wonderful phrase that I have used far too often these three (four?) days. I wonder what it means.
- Men of Wight, Oyster Girls and Wight Bells are lovely people. Even when I make them dance for a solid hour in clogs on cobbles in bright sunshine AND with no beer, water, toilets or prospect of being able to stop.
- One of them isn't lovely at all but, eh, c'est bon. I used to wonder what it would be like to lose my temper, and now I know. What surprises me is that I could blow up, then be happy and smily with everyone else, and then blow up again when a certain person came back, and then be happy and smily again.
- I suspect the happy smiliness is helped by the number of sympathetic hugs I got. Did I say morris people are lovely?
- France were robbed. They were all over Italy in the second half, and penalties are no way to decide the World Cup.
- I ache and I'm tired
- I don't think I've stopped smiling since Friday evening.
- Je keep translating tous le choses que je suis about to say from English into pidgin Franglais, et quand people speak a moi en Anglais je translate ca aussi et maintenant je suis tres tres confused.
- Et je peut parle seulement tres lentement, avec les pauses pour l'autre person a comprendre et je nod et je smile a tous le monde. Ce n'est pas professional for a Chartered Tax Advisor.
- "C'est bon" is wonderful phrase that I have used far too often these three (four?) days. I wonder what it means.
- Men of Wight, Oyster Girls and Wight Bells are lovely people. Even when I make them dance for a solid hour in clogs on cobbles in bright sunshine AND with no beer, water, toilets or prospect of being able to stop.
- One of them isn't lovely at all but, eh, c'est bon. I used to wonder what it would be like to lose my temper, and now I know. What surprises me is that I could blow up, then be happy and smily with everyone else, and then blow up again when a certain person came back, and then be happy and smily again.
- I suspect the happy smiliness is helped by the number of sympathetic hugs I got. Did I say morris people are lovely?
- France were robbed. They were all over Italy in the second half, and penalties are no way to decide the World Cup.
