Trauma

I'm sorry for the absence, I do hope I was missed in the blog world. I have been quite busy recently with family issues. The usual things involving rows, walk outs and mud slinging. Of course I won't be writing about it on my blog, that would be very uncouth of me.

I do have some pictures though which I will be sharing with you at a later date, and possibly a clip for the very fashionable You Tube. Sorry about all the swearing, I was practising for my next visit to QPR.

Well I was going to do a post about my Paris shopping trip which seems ages ago now.

The sad truth is dear reader, I feel I've let myself down.

I have been trying to tell myself that like so many things in life, it's about quality and not quantity (Gerald). But I can't help feeling I've failed.

Things looked hopeful at first, Paris had so many beautiful shops. I'd seen the recent photographs of darling Victoria doing it, why couldn't I?

Alas I was hopeless, the only thing I managed to purchase after a weekend shopping trip in Paris was a solitary tube of l' Occitane hand cream. To add insult to injury, I also lost the competition between my friends, on who would take the most shoes away with them.

Please don't mock me, I am seeking help for my condition on the internet.



My camera also broke, hence only 2 pictures taken from Pont des Arts.

There were some postives on my trip though, I did learn a little bit of French.

Tour Eiffel - Eiffel Tower
Le Train Blue - The Blue Train
Non - No
Taxi - Taxi
Croque Monsieur - Mr Bite
Croque Madame - Mrs Bite

I hope this is helpful to you next time you visit Paris, or Senegal.

Someone has also emailed me to ask where my H'scopes have gone. I will be looking at my astro charts shortly to find out.

Heather x

ps - (2 hours later) just managed to purchase a pink cashmere shrug, a coat and a box of Prestat chocolates of the internet. Gosh, it feels like the trauma of Paris is almost behind me. x