Pray the Lord

Sunday....we shall pray for the Lord and his son Jesus. We did the same thing today by ending up in a brunch cafe in the Marais with Virginie. Charlotte came up later. Then it was just as every sunday I guess, walking round there and bumping into people we knew....Marais the new church (trendy ain't be as it was trendy maybe 15 years ago)........cold very cold in Paris.......it goes straight to the bones and then it started raining. Good thing Dad took pity on me and gave me a lift home.....

Parents.....they are God's greatest invention. 

Brunch

After the dinner we had yesterday, I could not for the life of myself eat anything for breakfast..however my guests looked at me as if I were from Uranus, not understanding how I could not be feeling hungry...well for once I am not pregnant like traktor flickan, not that skinny like platipuss...have to take care for my beach 2009 appearance, heavens! As for Rassie always true to himself.....sweet....

Off to Bilpojke's for brunch...and oh my Lord....what a brunch..loads of nosh served...I do still wonder how we managed to fit it all in our stomachs. Fun to see Billyboy as it was ages since we just walked, talked, laughed etc.....got to see more often..promise!

Amazing how the time boundaries are worped when you have a kid in the vicinity. All seems to revolve around him....his feeding times impose a certain planning as there has to be something in the neighbourhood that serves food in case he suddenly shows sign of hunger. His pram has to be carried around, as he has to sleep before and after eating.....basically, as a kiddie you are fully taken care of......oh the life......of leisure....

 

Sacre Coeur & Dinner

Emmapemma and Ik arrived very early, though with breakfast in their arms. Fun to see them and have a huge breakfast with traktorflickan and Tazzyboy. Ages since we all sat round a table and just talked, talked, talked....rassie making some entrances when he wanted attention or something to eat.

Off to Sacre Coeur and we sat there and brunched before heading to the cathedral. Now why is it called a cathedral and what differentiates a cathedral from a normal church? Better check that out. Bilpojke did join us when we were up the hill and then we spent the day walking, meandring round Paris till I had to leave them for my synchro training.

The latter one was a killer...the warm up was death and at the end we were supposed to do 37.5 meters in apne.......yeeeeeks!!!! And then the choreography. I, who thought of staying just 2 hours ended up staying 3 and a half hours in the water......arrived at home utterly wrecked, but dinner was being coocked by the riff raff that I left earlier on. 

Nice to come home and have dinner served...delicious in addition.

One reason to find yourself a partner.......anyone there up for grabs? 

Brunch!

Brunch today! The Club's President is coming....it has to be perfect as you never have a second chance to make a good impression. As usual, cooked too much. Good thing ex-OOD is coming tonight.....dinner is already made.

V. got to deal with C.'s comments. Poor guy, though amazed he did not thump him to make him shut up. That action is looming soon, I can feel it. Need not to worry, I will be there with my camera when it will happen.

The President took its time to arrive. But he did manage to find the flat.......eventually........after first going to the wrong address.....honestly if he cannot get the right address from starters......what next?

Bird-brain got a date today, no news yet about it.....V. got a telephone number given to him at a "terrasse". Jee..that never happens to me and suddenly feeling left out. Have to find someone..someone....fruitcake!!! he might do......he surely wants to go out with me, but is too shy to ask me out...yes!!!! Will enquire about it once home.

 

I am home.......and I did tell fruitcake that he is gagging to sleep with me but he is just toooo shy to say so. But I will have to turn him down as we are friends. Friends and sex do not match after all.....I had to leave him in the kitchen before he could say a word, I could see the sadness in his look........ 

 

OK have to prepare my suitcase for my Iti trip......... 

Blue is the theme.

Sunday...errr..what happened today?.....Brunch to prepare having slept only one hour.....and eerr..oh yes, France became Sarkozified. Landslide victory for the blues, the reds went home weeping and the oranges well, oblivion awaiting?

So now I better get a job quickly as the new Monsieur le Président, hates tossers and lazy people that do not want to work and abuse of the system......gulp! Anyone out there willing to provide me a job?