Accrochement

Wow... I had no idea how addicted I am to the internet. It's been playing up for a few weeks and simply not working at all most days. And recently I've been haunted by a song that keeps going round and round in my head, occasionally bursting out when I least expect it, like when I'm walking around the supermarket looking for cheese - you know the one? Dusty Springfield? I just don't know what to do with myself. I've honestly never had such an affinity with a lyric...

Going to the movies only makes me sad,
Parties make me feel as bad,
When I'm not with you I just don't know what to do.

It's been absolutely traumatic.

Happily my ennui is about to be assuaged since cousins are arriving on Tuesday and a friend from uni is coming on Sunday. And the BIG news is that J is finally coming too ...today! It was a last minute decision - I got a phone call at 3am yesterday and then spent the rest of the night flipping my pillow over and getting tangled up in the sheets and switching the light on to check the time and generally not being able to sleep. And then at school I walked around all day like a zombie, only realising I was actually alive when my little wee kid told me I have 'très beaux yeux', sparking off a volley of raucous laughter from the children around him.

We’ve been doing ‘the zoo’ this week which has been really hilarious. I had all the kids jumping around pretending to be lions and zebras (what noise does a zebra make? We were whinnying and hrrrrumphing – I assume they do that) which they really enjoyed. I’m thinking of teaching them the ‘We’re off to the animal fair’ song next week. I just hope they don’t ask too many questions about the ‘gay’ baboon.

You may have noticed I uploaded a few more pictures to photobucket, which you can access by clicking on the big arse depicted below. On Easter Monday, after the roast lamb dinner I hosted the night before, we all went (nursing hangovers - never drink something called 'Shrub'. It's got a stupid name, it tastes like crap and it causes only pain and sadness) to watch a crab race at Sainte Marie. It was quite fun actually although I felt sorry for the crabs, which, after being poked and prodded and teased into racing the six foot course, were made into Matoutou for the spectators to eat. I went for crayfish curry and lentils instead. There should be some pictures of the race and the competitors (before they were stewed) as well as some of the Easter dinner.

As I’ll be busy entertaining guests for the next three weeks (and as my internet is complete shit) you might not hear from me for a while. So if you feel lonely, just think of Dusty Springfield. It won’t help, but at least I can console myself with the fact that someone, somewhere, is suffering the irritation that song brings, just like I’ve been doing for the last like EVER!