From Paris to Wythenshawe with Love

Bonsoir mes Chers Lecteurs! Ca va?

Okay – that is the extent of my written French.  I am a fluent speaker, and by fluent I mean some brie and a bottle of vin rouge and I think I am Coco Chanel when I probably sound like the policeman from Allo Allo: Continue reading

Sophie, Ella Escribió

Hola Queridio! Apologies to all my Spanish fans (?) for my poor grasp of your beautiful language but no hablo español. Once again, as happens about every 6-8 weeks, I must apologise for the lack of posts recently.  In fact it has been two weeks since I last updated you on the car crash that is my life. I have no excuse why I didn’t post on 27th March.  I think I was feeling a bit uninspired.  I had managed to achieve the incredible feat of blocking myself out of my debit card AND then blocking myself out of the unblocking debit card facility at the cash machine. I also bought a book called How To Get A Grip – if that is any indication of how I was feeling. (A must read btw)

This is the only kind of grip I will ever probably get. Well done to whoever invented this!

This is the only kind of grip I will ever probably get. Well done to whoever invented this!

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