Fact of the Day: there are no floating sanitary towels in the Mediterranean Sea. None! Unlike the sea that surrounds Britain, the Mediterranean Sea is transparent and sans feminine hygeine paraphenelia. And no fish either. Would you credit it? No scaley fish fins sweeping by your leg making you squeal and cry for your mum like a big eejit. I didn't think such a sea existed, but I have just come back from my summer holidays in Perpignan and you can take it from me kids, there are no floating sanitary pads of any sort in that sea. I even conjured up the balls to swim in said sea! Not just paddling but real swimming, like the backstroke and the doggy paddle and frolicks in the waves with a big tube ring! Pure brilliant.
Ah yes, so, it has been almost a month since I last updated my blog but it's not from want of trying. Did you know that Versailles has no internet cafés? I mean what is that all about?! Anyway the nice little man from Neuf Telecom came and fixed us up with the necessary cable-age just before we left to go down South and it may be a tad pathetic but you can't imagine how relieved I am to have internet access again. FP has been rather chuffed too. It's been like Christmas in our apartment today.
I shan't write much more today, I have lots of unpacking to do and after having been forced from my bed at 2am this morning to drive 8 hours across France, I am feeling a wee bitty sleepy. Eeeh and did I mention I have 381 of your blog posts to catch up on that are waiting for me in my google reader? Jeezo!