It's Monday and the weather report is cloudy with a 10% chance of rain. If you look at the forecast for the entire month, you will see that there is a constant 10% chance of rain. Everyday. I tell you because you need to know. I live in a world where the fear of rain is always at least 10%.
Today, because yesterday we ate it all, i went to buy bread. This is a footpath following quest that seems to get shorter if there is a sun. So I go and step in lots of mud because the prams and oldies clog the path. And fortunately for my boots of parisian persuasion, dog poo is brighter than mud. Besides boots, I've protected myself from wintry weather with 4 layers, gloves, and scarf knitted by Gramoo even though it was shitty yarn. I'm sorry.... And then, toasty as I go, I come across a prime example of how I am identifiable as an outsider. Here is a man, bald on his white head, wearing sandals with overgrown toenails and mancapris. He might only have a zip-up hoodie from Liverpool FC to protect his manchest.
I can not compete, so I rush home, low on sugar, to the dissapointment of no mail. No mail meaning no money to pay fees, meaning no student card, meaning shit.
If we forget that I've been illegally attending class and slightly being scurred, things are going well. Geraud and I saw old men play traditional new orleans jazz in the oldest pub in Chester. The small corridors in the walled city are Allysin sized, Roman sized. Remember how those roaminjapanese stole my suitcase? Well, I sure do. Eckli, I'm looking at you. Well not you, but your chest mostly.
Then Graw ate two puddings and had a big ol' grin on his face.
If my bladder were bigger, if I weren't so thirsty, I'd tell you everything.
9 comments:
was their jazz on par?
i sent you mail. but not with money in it. my mama said the package is sending today.
i'm deathly ill still. one of my kids in my class is out sick with pneumonia. there are 9 others sick, since last thursday. this is bad sign.
What the fuck?! Are you telling me that young children at the school you're teaching have pneumonia? I have to admit that it is quite weird... To me at least... I've never ever heard about pneumonia cases in French schools.
Well... I guess that happens. I hope you're gonna be ok poule!
Jazz was nice in that pub. What's not as nice is the fact that the players were at least as old as the pub, which apparently seems to stand here since 1155 or something like this. And... people in the pub were also as old as the pub. I think that with our average of 24 years old (Allyson and I), we made the actual average in the pub to drop of a couple of hundred years. But it was nice. Our spot wasn't perfect because we couldn't see the band playing, but that was ok. And when Allyson told me: "we should become regulars in some place" I will answer "that's with pleasure honey" But there is something here, you know: all these very old people (very nice people by the way) at this very old pub, they are probably regulars too. The thing is... I'm not sure we're going to meet anyone who's born in the 80's, Meaning 1980's and not 1880's... I don't really understand this country. Where is the youth? In stadiums? Well, they can stay over there if it's the case, I think I'd rather have very old friends than hooligans' friends. We already have a pretty weird neighbour, that'll do I guess. And if they are hiding in some disco club or whatever they call it, same thing... We just have nothing in common. I think that even if I was dying, disco club would be the very last place I would go to look for help or salvation... Come on! Who really enjoys going in a place where you should definitely wear earing protection because of the very bad and loud music they play, where girls are just wasted and shameless and where guys are way over drunk and want to fight with everybody??? Who the hell wants to pay for that????????????? That's so incredibly stupid! Unless you actually own the place and watch the trueman show from your private salon... A few years earlier, in France, it was still allowed to smoke inside discos. That was pretty much awful. But since they banned that, I've friends who actually stopped to go because without the smell of cigaret, you suddenly have the "people sweating alcohol" smell, which is way beyond what a normal person would feel when he/she says "F***ing hell! It smells like f***ing shit!" Whatever... I slipped once again and wrote a whole bunch of crap. My apologize.
PS: I'm wondering if there is something on going between Eckly and Allysin... Cherie! Why are you looking at Eckly's boobs??
she always wears revealing shirts. you can't help but look.
and it's called walking pneumonia. i think i have it.
I thought maybe she had back the suitcase those roman Japanese stole, and was referring to it as a chest. You would wear revealing shirts too if your cleavage was your best feature. Also I need to get a haircut.
At least it is warm enough to walk around over there in Runcorn. I can't stay outside here for more than 3 minutes without dying.
Eckly... Cleavage is a good point! Keep going!
Carrie... I don't know what's walking pneumonia. It's just that I think it is a really big health issue in a developped country to have children with pneumonia. As a frenchie, for what it worth, it is just not acceptable but we have the chance in France to benefit from a better health care system for now... Things are unfortunately changing and are heading to the wrong direction now in terms of health care in France.
Finally, I'm sorry about my comments that starts but never ends... Lets say that I provide another point of view of what is going on in here, and that sharing my experiences with you seem to be some sort of a complement to what Allysin already write. I hope though it is not torture to read my very poor english.
yeah we're not supposed to have lots of pneumonia in the united states either.
walking pneumonia is pneumonia that you can walk around with. like you're not deathly ill, but you're ill and don't realize it because you're ambling about and thinking you are feeling better.
maybe I have walking pneumonia. I have been uber fatiguee lately. I read an article and it said it could be a sneaky UTI.
Gotta break out those ampoules.
so i went to the doctor finally and found out i don't have walking pneumonia. also i found out it is an atypical pneumonia and is just a virus that your body will fight off anyway, so it's not grave.
just in case grod was wondering.
Thanks for the information about walking pneumonia. I'm probably a little bit less stupid now...
I'm glad you'll be fine Poule! Take care though.
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