Well, this weekend has been a pleasant one. Mainly consisting of not emerging from pyjamas until at least 14h00. Not alot happened Saturday daytime, except a trip to Carrefour. For once I remembered to take my reusable bag. Well, one of them. I have created a small collection of reusable Carrefour bags due to my spotaneous trips to the supermarché. At present, I have 6. This number will undoubtable increase. For the soir, we all piled on a bus to Patton, or Rue de Houx, to see Liz, Sinead and Jennie at their cocktail party. It was a fun occasion, with Liz being drunk, obviously, and Frenchies being present. On that note, I shall recount to you a rather humourous story or anger, and a misguided country.
Frenchman: Wee userd to own 'alf ze world!
Moi: Lies! We owned 2/3s of it!
Frenchman: Yer deed nart. Anyway, your rrroyal fameelee arr Franch. Per'aps yoo 'av 'erd ov Guillaume le Conquerant?
Moi: Fuck off. Our Royal Family are a bunch of Germans! And, I have heard of William the Conqueror. He was a Viking. Moron. Heard of Napoleon?
Frenchman: But zey arr Franch!
Moi: Is this our stop?
There was also something about how we don't really own Australia and New Zealand. I'm sorry, but while our flag is still on their flag, and the Queen is on their money, they're ours. Morons.
Sunday involved mince and potatoes. It was yummy. :)
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