Tuesday, August 19, 2008

For all my illiterate readers

I'm in the Holiday Inn near Heathrow Airport near London but definitely not in it. Géraud is here for a conference on the ISO1400 so I came along (under the impression the conference was going to be in London). I think it may have not been the best decision to play tag-along seeing as all I've done so far is eat and spend money on transportation. However, I did find 50p so it hasn't been all losses. I think I should gamble. My luck isn't terrible and I need a new vice.

Another thing that somewhat validates my being here is that I have access (paid) to the internet and I can finally get in touch with the world and upload photos as well as sign up to have internet in my maisonette in the nord, or as Grod says, chez les abrutis. And besides the techonological aspect of the hotel there is the bouffe bit. So far I've stolen 2 parts of boursin, 1 part of nutella, 1 pot of miel, 1.3 packets of special deluxe muesli, and 1 indian buffet style lunch. Somehow despite having a few pieces of argent I still feel penniless and my basic instinct of gather and store all food in sight kicks in. I think Géraud is finally starting to realise how I ate for free in New Orleans...slight of hand + guts + moxie.

I've been trying to plan a journey to the lake district for this coming weekend but I'm having trouble because the map makes it look bigger than it is. Ok, so this is not really my problem but I'm still impressed with how maps can make areas look vast which aren't. We can criss cross the entire lake district in under 5 hours and that includes the travel time from radical Runcorn. --> I just like to open up the forum for giving Runcorn and good nickname using tackiness and alliteration.

And now, so as not to alienate the illiterate fans of my blog, photos from Chez Grod & Poule.

Storage Closet/Guest Room


Bedroom

View from our love shack

Bed with Storage machine

Desk in Bedroom


Washing Machine and Coffee Maker in Kitchen

Bathroom Door view from Hall

Bathroom

Toilet, Bidet & Sink

Rub a Dub Dub

Grod playing racing games à l'aise

Front Door view from Hallway

Kitchen

Kitchen sink

Géraud

Guitarre

TV

Dining Table

Eating Yoghurt

Papa Tauveron et Matthieu

Mama Tauveron

Grimace

Someone ate too much?

9 comments:

Unknown said...

can't believe you found fifty pounds! lucky duck. i really like the elf slippers and the bidet. highlights.

allysin said...

oh poule if only i found fifty pounds but i found 50p which is 50 pence. so not so much.

Laura said...

Your new flat looks much less crowded and more pleasant than your old one. I also still retain my food stealing habits, like when they gave us lunch during my summer program, I would steal like 5 sandwiches and 10 cookies and have food for a few days.

Unknown said...

i stole three jams and one honey at CC's yesterday.
i officially have no vegetables in the house, and i am thus biking to whole foodz tout de suite.

ps geraud's dad looks cute

Unknown said...

i have to evacuate again.

allysin said...

holy moly ive been secluded in an island nation and have no ideas what's going on in the world. poule i have lots of veg. evacuate? yer bowels? huh

gaz said...

hi there, just randomly passing through and had to tell you that i like the way you write. you've obviously breathed in too much of that runcorn air!!

G-rod said...

Poule, you know that I can give you my dad's phone number...

Unknown said...

grod, yer dad's married. and plus, i ain't single.
love,
poule