Tuesday, 27 September 2011

My Morning's Coffee

There is a ritual I wouldn't miss for the whole world: my morning's coffee, in the coffee shop next door. I love the culture of coffee in London: you have big brands or independent coffee shops every 50 yards. I also love coffee and couldn't survive without it. Some say it is a drug. It may well be but I don't care: I have reached this stage in my life where I have accepted me the way I am, wobbly bits and nasty habits included.

I like going out for my morning coffee. It is my small luxury.
Ok, let me rephrase this: I like watching the other people in the coffee shop. It is an amazing picture of the London society. This morning, a group of consultants were having their skinny lattes while discussing business. Something to do with a communication plan. Boring as hell. The younger ones were sucking up to the-cool-manager-who-bought-coffee-for-everyone. Pathetic. So glad I left the corporate world...

Then, we had two 50-something year old lovers. Who said life was boring after a certain age? They were cuddling and holding hands. And wholeheartedly kissing. It seemed to me a bit Over The Top for a regular, married couple. I would say lovers. The real question is: legit or not? Tough one. Need more time to find out. I would say not legit. Or a very new story. Something didn't feel quite right.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

French Women Do Get Fat


Apparently French women have this amazing capacity to remain skinny. I have been told this several times. Well, I am afraid that's just another unfounded myth.
I normally don't do reviews on this blog, but today will be an exception. The thing is, when I came back from Bali, all this coconut milk and amazing food had taken its toll. I simply needed to loose some weight. I am not obese, I was simply fatter and felt that I had to do something.

But I don't do diets -I find them boring, and I always end up putting the weight back on anyway. I love good food. I bake my own bread. You see, good bread is notoriously difficult to find in London, it usually tastes like the plastic bag it is wrapped in. I live for olive oil, chocolate, tiramisu and pasta. I try to exercise a lot to burn the calories. I love running. But I needed something more this time. A little help.

Friday, 23 September 2011

Message From St Tropez: A Question Of Time

I am posting a bit late today because time here, in Saint Tropez, seems to be different and it is starting to get to me. My Internet connection is very slow so no pictures. Sorry.

Everything is much slower here.


Really slower.

Or, as time is relative, maybe it's me. I have become too accustomed to a fast-paced world and I am feeling a bit lost now.

First of all, most shops are closed between 12.00am and 2.00pm. Time to have lunch and a quick nap. I had forgotten that it was like that here.

Then, I have asked for a couple of quotes for my business. I am looking for a local gardener to take care of a few trees and plants in front
of our offices. Some companies came to see it and promised me that they would come back to me with a price. It has been a week and I am still waiting.

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Neighbours’ Stories



The saga continues. But this time, it is not with the same neighbour and you will be pleased to know that this story doesn’t involve any bottoms (See last post…). I am starting to understand why some people are tempted to live on a desert island. Let me tell you what happened.
I love being surrounded by children. As I grew up pretty isolated, I have always promised myself that my daughters would be able to have play dates and see their friends.

Friday, 16 September 2011

My New Neighbour's Bottom



I found out a few days ago that we have new neighbours in our street. They just moved into one of the houses on the other side of the street. They seem like a nice family. Mental note to self: need to knock at their door to say hello at some point.

That said, when I was going out to start the school run yesterday, my new neighbour was putting his rubbish in front of his house, for the Thursday's bin collection. The thing is, he was in his boxers. I mean: just his boxers (they had yellow and pink stripes. Lovely). Truth be told,  he doesn't exactly look like Brad Pitt or Daniel Craig and I wasn't thrilled to see his bulging tummy without anything on. I actually pretended I hadn't seen him (I think that I deserve an Oscar for my performance as he was standing less than 5 yards away) and we didn't speak.


Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Too Much Or Too Little

After the best part of eight years in London, I pride myself in the fact that I have some British friends. Don't smile, it is not that easy, it took me a long time, and I just have a few!

London is an international city with plenty of different nationalities and initially my friends were everything but British. I don't really know why. The only reason that I can think of is that, as we have no family here, we tend to befriend people in the same situation.
Anyway, along the road I managed to gain a few British friends. The funny thing is that I found them a bit distant initially. Every time I was trying to get to know them better it felt as if they were shutting down. Not nice.

Friday, 9 September 2011

We All Make Mistakes Blog Hop Week 3

I told you that I was behind. I normally post on Wednesdays. But the thing is: despite the fact that I have stopped being employed I have never been busier. I suppose that I need to catch up with lots of things. On a positive note, I found some new clients for my business and it looks like resigning has in fact allowed different opportunities to come to me. Maybe I am not cut out for the corporate world after all.
The theme of this week blog hop is  “Mistake Of Youth”. Come on, share one of your mistakes of youth with me. I will share one of mine with you.
OK, here we go.
I was young and probably wanted to impress some geeky fellow student (knowing me, it can be the only reason, and the sad fact of the matter is that I completely forgot whom I wanted to impress. I can’t remember a face or a name. Life is cruel).
I was studying in Paris at the time and with my Renault Clio I was feeling on top of the world. I had just passed my driving license and was far from being a confident driver. But of course I wanted to pretend the opposite.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

News from DSK and Award Week (continued)

I told you that I was behind, and, as you can see, I wasn’t lying…Before I go to the award part of this post, I would like to talk a little bit about DSK –you know the former IMF director who ended up in a very sticky situation with a hotel maid in Manhattan (see, you remember now).
Well, he is back in France and, as I am sure you have heard, the criminal charges against him have been dropped. As for me, I am disappointed. Secretly, I was hoping that the Americans would do what we French never dared to: punish him. I know that it is childish and that you are innocent until proven guilty, but come on, the guy doesn’t deserve to be hailed as a hero (as he was) when he landed in France. You see, DSK has simply been too lucky and it certainly looks like he is never going to be caught for what he did.
  

Monday, 5 September 2011

Award Week


I am so behind that it scares me. No-one told me that when you stop working you become far busier. I am driving all over London for the school run, trying to manage my business on the phone and when I come home I need to help on the geography project. To make matters even worse –shock horror!- I have to brush up my latin skills (Who would have thought?). This means that I am back to my good old diet of chocolate and 5k runs (to burn the calories), and things are pretty intense. But, best of all, I am much happier. I think that I simply needed a break from my day job.

Anyway, back to business. I was given lots of very nice awards and it is my turn to share them with fellow bloggers.
Let’s start with the start. I received a Liebster blog award for Jennifer @ Serenpidity’s library


So here are the rules of this award:
The Liebster Blog Award is given to bloggers with less than 200 followers, all in the spirit of fostering new connections. 
1. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Post the award on your blog.
4. Bask in the love from the most supportive people on the internet—other writers.
5. And best of all – have fun and spread the karma.