Ramblings...

Arrr oui oui ja...err...i know no french! but we just spent a good day in France!

Here we are on the Euro Tunnel (very early in the morning!) ! It's still amazing to think it takes only 30ish minutes to get there! It takes me longer to drive to my boyfriends house! And to also think you get to go under the sea!! ... * under da seeea, under da seeea darling its better down where its wetter, take it from meee* (why does this song now sound weird to me... )

Once we arrived in Calais we decided to pop to Belgium first for about 15 minutes, so that the nicotine addicts among us (not moi ) could get their fix (they paid £320!!...apparently this is cheap! ). It is quite funny to drive a few minutes over the border and see this little shop in the middle of nowhere, selling tax-free booze and tobacco! The dutch know what people want and they dont want them coming in any further than necessary! lol)

Anyway after this we drove back into France and decided to go to Jardiland, which is like a weird garden centre/homeware/pet shop thing...but apparently in france people get 2 hour lunch breaks where everyone shuts shop?! How come we dont get that here?! Sooo we decided to go to Cite Europe first, which everytime i have been before, has been closed, so it was nice to see it finally open!

On the way we commended the french on their decorative electricity pylons ...some seem to resemble ladies with droopy boobs while others look like creatures from war of the worlds /picachu from pokemon! ...Is most interesting.

Bonjouuur Cite Europe! Cute little windmill! Inside they also had these pretty colour changing lights which i thought were nifty... Anyway we looking in a few shop windows, while i grimaced and gasped at some of the prices ( £1 nearly = €1! ) then we ended up going to find food... After looking at many menus and deciding we really couldnt understand french at all, we went for a place someone had been to once before called Du Moulin A Biere, which we decided must mean 'House of Beer' - this would make sense as it had a brewery upstairs!

Most of us got chips..or "frites" as we weren't brave enough to guess what the menu said, while someone else got mussels/moules! While we were waiting for it to come, we attempted to translate the place mat which we presumed was advertising some weird omellette-pizza-egg thing... "TOUCH NO FLAMMACOUTCHIES
The speciality at the House of Beer in the past was manky!!!!
Garnish of white cheese, cream, onions, lard....is disposable via exporter vents"
...our french is improving! We have no idea what a "Flammacoutchie" is, but if it is anything like a flaming coutchi, no touching sounds like good advice...

For dessert we had crepes with icecream, chocolate sauce (sickly!) and whipped cream. yum! Although for some reason they gave us steak knives to eat them with ! So we managed to communicate the motion of a spoon, upon which we were given some kind of long sundae spoon... do the french not use normal spoons?

Anyway after eating all this and discussing the possiblity or running out before paying after seeing the bill (€37.50 ), we went looking for a pot to cook moules in - we did ask the waiter where we could buy one and his helpful reply was "enjoy your meal" ... ooook thanks!

Oh yeah on the way out we also noticed Brad Pitt had a chair there... Wow huh?!

So after much looking, they snapped a moules pot up at a supermarket for €4.20 and we made our way out in order to go to Jardiland. I didn't end up buying anything there, but lorraine got some weird cacti while i looked at the cute but unfortunate bunnies kept in glasses cages with no toys to play with ...must be so boring for them. I was going to take a picture but some weird french guy was looking at me and i think he might have thought i was some kind of animal police photographer so i refrained . They also had birds in cages which i really didn't like ...birds should always be free.

Anyway after this it was about 4pm and out Eurotrain was leaving soonish so we made out way back to the terminal. In the shop there, crap coffee was purchased, as well as chocolate, fudge and some expensive perfume

It was also noted we were on train "R", which was celebrated with a round of "Arrrghs!"...

When we arrived back in england half hour later, i was suprised to note it was sunny!! Shocking!
Aaaanyway i should really wrap up this looong rambly blog...
In conclusion: France is kinda cool!!
Au revoir!

So im kinda bored and although i have no witty or meaningful stuff to write about, i thought i'd write some crapola anyway about my day, been as it actually was slightly more stimulating than recent....sooo where should i start...the beginning perhaps...

I woke up about 8am and been as i didnt stop reading my book till 3am i didnt really appreciate the children outside screaming in the street before their school run. But too late now, i'm awake, so i might as well read for an hour more (can you tell im book-obsessed?!) untill The Jeremy Kyle Show comes on and i can be slightly amused by some unemployed need-a-good-wash people all shouting at one another about a baby/cheating/drugs, while Jeremy tells everyone they are scum. This though is surpassed by Maury, where the american equivelents come on to DNA test the 15th man they swear is 'ma babies daddy'...the best one i heard was a guy who said he couldn't possible be the father, due to the fact he didn't make girls and the baby wasn't tall enough or hairy enough to be his.

Sooo, anyway, i had two cups of tea and too many ginger nut biscuits before i went to the hospital to see my nan , who at 83 has never been in one before! (hope i got her genes...i got her nose so i guess thats a good sign) so we paid the ridiculous parking fees, walked the mile of corridors, washed our hands with that smelly cold liquid, went in and...where is she? she's been sent home?! Oh well...thank you for telling us! So we trudge all the way back and drive to her place where she tells us it's grandads fault cause she told him to ring us...well anyway, i made her a coffee and ate a murray mint and she talked about all the stuff and how she was feeling better . My grandad also showed us the can he tried to open with a bottle opener , before getting the world atlas out, with a magnifying glass, in order to show me where Tweed Heads is in Australia...

Oh yes...i see it... thank you...

After that it was decided we should get a snack, upon which is was decided Chippy chips sounded good. We stopped in town and paid more ridiculous parking fees as someone thought it was a good idea to walk it (not me!)...we walk for about a minute and i hear "we shoulda taken the car this is too far"... well i did saaay! lol. So instead of going to the nice chippie on the pier we stopped at the nearest one which used to be some old bank apparently, while inside there were these sweet little old couples. Unfortunatly though the prices were and the food was . I cant stand paying a lot of money for nothing and i did suggest we run for it , but this was met with , so we ended up paying the £7.40 and i felt slightly sick inside. Plus i dont want to know how many calories are in Chippy chips *shudders*

As we walked back to the car we talked about shoes and how when you find a good pair you should buy two. I'm not a shoe (or handbag) person at all. I have 3 pairs of shoes. Hello shooes! 1) My 5yr old brown boots that have holes in the toes...i these boots. They cost me £14 on eBay, they're not leather , they dont have a heal and i can wear them with dresses and jeans. I know the holes scream 'street urchin' but we belong together! I wish i'd bought two pairs. 2) My navy timberland-style boots. £14. Survived treking in South Africa and still look like new kinda good I wish i'd bought two pairs. 3) My old birkenstock-style sandals. I live in these as soon as the weather is warm enough to go sockie-less I wish i'd bought two pairs. I cant physical spend more than £20 on shoes and i don't do heels, especially considering the fact i am a clumsy clutz and managed to break my foot in flat mr brown boots. We also saw some doctor martins in a shop and said how they are cool as they come in many colours but are not cool cause they are leather Poop

When we got back to the car we saw a man with a comb-over drive into the barrier post of the parking bay. Not sure how people manage to not see them or why people bother with comb overs... both confuse me.

From here we popped to Tesco to get a nasal spray for hayfever. Being cheap i suggested the £3 one but in the end we got a £4.88 one. And i have to say, the self-serve machines in supermarkets are so bad - im not sure how they are considered quicker than a human being! We tried 3 and they all had the same message of "please take your shopping"...well i would but i havent paid yet you stupid robot thing!! also, why does it keep telling me to put it in a bag again and again?! I dont want one just let me leeeave! lol. So aaaanyway we eventually paid, got back to the car and came home...

Exciting huh? I know, now you are looking at your lives and thinking... gosh, i'm really missing out. Apparently tomorrow im helping clear out a garage - the fact that this will probably be the highlight of my day probably says alot about my life...

P.S. yesterdays twilight was pretty

I lost my best friend today...

...i think the term 'dying inside' best describes how i feel right now

This is gonna be a depressive, rambling blog so look away if you dont like emotionally expressive girls that talk about stuff too much...

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