Oh, well on Monday the scary tattooed chef man was serving up the dinner I wanted and so in order to make friends with him and discover that when you get to know him he is in fact lovely, I attempted to strike up a conversation with him and asked him how his weekend went. He said it was good and so I said "What did you do?" And I kid you not he looked me right in the eyes and with a scary laugh said "You don't want to know" and handed me my dinner!
(Lancaster girls: I'm guessing he raped someone and threw them in a ditch but for REAL.)
I am no closer to being any less terrified of him.
Apart from that... work was alright - more to do towards the end of the week. Ooh, there were strikes all week and so I got a bit of a lie-in as my usual train from St Lazare had been cancelled and the first available one was just before ten!
I'm struggling more and more with sharing a room and lack of personal space - and would DEFINITELY appreciate prayers for it. I also feel homesick but have a friend from uni passing through Paris next weekend so that should be nice!
Friday I forgot to attach a file to an email and the OTHER non-english-speaking person at the publishers pointed it out to me, saying "You ate a big red candle, don't ya?"!!!
I ate the most delicious bread and fresh bread so far last night and enjoyed every last mouthful! It was accompanied by boursin (original), compté cheese, lettuce, saucisson and the last little bit was smothered in redcurrant jelly! Oh and I also was at the boulangerie in the morning and must have mispronounced "croissant" as the man looked at me and indicating a different pastry replied "BlahBLAHblah?"
Seeing this as an excellent occasion to try something new I nodded vigorously and said "OUI! Oui!"
It turned out to be apple pie.
I still don't like apple pie.
In my defense, I ate about half of it and all the pastry round the edge but the appley mush inside proved sadly to be a little much.
Thursday I had a lovely evening chatting to Laura and Jess and then Mum and Dad. During this time I was playing with a tealight I'd lit. First I was melting old candle wax into it and when I'd finished doing that I was playing with a match (I kept snuffing the candle out from laughing so kept needing to relight it) this led to several minor burns but then I had to stop because I'd dropped the match in it and couldn't get it out. Half an hour later the candle flame starts getting a little bigger so whilst Mum was talking I tried to blow it out. It got bigger. So I tried to blow it out again. Again, this only fuelled the flame. So I tried with a REALLY big breath. The flame got REALLY big. The thought then occurred to me that this candle was perhaps a little out of control and that it was probably time to put it out. So I nipped into the bathroom and turned the tap on it to extinguish the flame. As I did this, I was vaguely aware of a small voice at the back of my head saying - this isn't a good idea, don't you remember the uni safety demonstrations, doesn't water make it worse?
It turned out that this voice turned out to be right. There was a huge noise and a VERY LARGE amount of big fire (I think I almost wet myself!) and then the flame went out, but the water and molten wax were boiling furiously making quite a noise.
It turns out that Mathilde had heard the death noises emanating from the bathroom and looking up from her laptop said "What was that?" - I replied that I was just putting a candle out and that it was ok, and then turned to reassure my parents (who had also heard the death noises) that all was well and that the candle was now out (which it was!)
Also, last night I was so absorbed in the delicious bread that I crossed the road on a red light but it's confusing here because the red light at the top was a pedestrian one and the green light at the bottom is for cars and so my head just hadn't fully registered and I was in the middle of the road with a car right by my legs with the middle-aged couple inside looking at me confused and I thought "why are they so impatient to go?" so I turned and took a long hard look at the lights and it genuinely was a two-second time delay for me to process that it was me who was in the wrong! I very quickly apologised wide-eyed and beat a hasty retreat to the other side!
And then today I went to a swisher launderette with Mathilde and wandered round a beautiful Saturday market whilst we waited for our laundry to do and then spent the afternoon in the Centre Pompidou, fretting about my coursework...
...I think I'm going to go and find the Houseboat we're staying in for my birthday!
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