Think of the Northern line on a really hot day in July, Boris Johnson's oafish features, British men in shorts and sandwiches from Benji's and see if it passes.
If not, try and wangle yourself a day trip (despite the broken yurostar). That's what I'm doing. I need to be physically restrained from kissing the tarmac at St Pancras most times...
A little homesick but not too much...I was downloading these photos from my camera and thought I'd post them. I thought your thoughts and it passed Jaywalker. It was Boris' face that did it.
The move to France was only supposed to be for a couple of years, not forever. Then I met The Frenchman. Then I had La Fille. Now there's no way back. But La Fille, to whom a horse is a cheval and a frog is just pond life is still half English. So before the Gallic nation claims her for its own, sprinkles her with garlic, sautés her and swallows her up whole we make regular escapes on the Eurostar. And we have discovered the grass is various shades of green either side of the Channel.
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Oh dear, you sound homesick. Debs x
Poor Paris Girl.
Think of the Northern line on a really hot day in July, Boris Johnson's oafish features, British men in shorts and sandwiches from Benji's and see if it passes.
If not, try and wangle yourself a day trip (despite the broken yurostar). That's what I'm doing. I need to be physically restrained from kissing the tarmac at St Pancras most times...
A little homesick but not too much...I was downloading these photos from my camera and thought I'd post them.
I thought your thoughts and it passed Jaywalker. It was Boris' face that did it.
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