In all seriousness I couldn't wait to go home. This has nothing to do with France - I love it here in case you haven't noticed - but it is quite hard when little bro keeps sending me pictures of this cutie:
I'm so excited about little Baxter that I've turned into a bit of a puppy nazi. There are a lot of puppies about in Aix at the moment (let's hope they know a dog isn't just for Christmas....I'd better translate that just in case) and every one I see just reminds me of how cute Baxter Baggins is. So I judge. Inevitably I can find something that the owner is doing horribly wrong and therefore an excuse to puppy-nap it. Definitely worth the potential prison sentence.
In an unexpected turn of events my one private pupil has multiplied into four which apparently means I have some vague teaching skills. One is even an adult who doesn't seem too impressed with my childish enthusiasm and my poorly-concealed obsession with her cat. At least one of my other clients realises that my favourite bit about teaching her daughter is playing with her various pets. She has seriously suggested that I get a cat for my apartment which is horribly tempting - she clearly isn't aware of my puppy-napping desires. To be honest it's only the thought of what I would be putting my poor flatmate through that is stopping me.
In an effort to avoid that dispute I went to an Albert Camus exhibition at the Cite des Livres. Yeah, all cultural like. What should have been a very enlightening visit turned out to be a crusher of dreams as I realised that any hint of intellectuality I once possessed has completely left me, probably driven out by vast quantities of wine. No longer can I actually analyse literature. This clearly does not bode well for my degree so one of my New Years Resolutions is to regain some literary ability, if I ever had any at all. I decided to start simple and attempted to get to grips with this idea:
Sadly, the thought drove me to yet more wine. Sigh.
A slightly less wine-fuelled event has been dominating Aix-en-Provence every Monday night. One of the consequences of being friends with two Germans is that a bit of national rivalry occasionally springs up - in our case in the form of a bowling competition. Every week the competition seems to get more and more heated so this week Sam was determined to defeat the "Brave Bavarians" once and for all. After warming up with a bit of table football where I definitely got far too competitive we once again set about thrashing the Huns. Or at least Sam did. To say that I am rubbish at bowling would be a bit of an understatement. I have about as much aim as a drunk man in a nightclub so I wasn't exactly helpful with the lederhosen-bashing. However thanks to Sam's weird obsession with filming everyone's bums I even have evidence that just occasionally I can actually bowl:
Like a pro. Or not - my complete lack of teckers still shines through. Let's hope that 2014 sees a drastic improvement.
We've been getting rather excited about Christmas in Aix - those of you who saw my last post will have seen the pictures of the lights which are just stunning. Along with all the panicked Christmas shopping we found time to have a Christmas dinner with turkey, brussel sprouts, pigs in blankets, roast potatoes, Christmas pudding, the lot! Just replace 'turkey' with 'roast chickens bought at the market' and 'Christmas pudding' with 'ridiculously good peanut butter fudge'. It was very fun and very Christmassy, mostly helped along by my 105 song long Christmas playlist. Actually I'm not sure it helped at all as apparently having a playlist that long is "a bit weird". It seems I'm never going to escape this adjective.
On a final note you may have noticed my reference to Leigh Halfpenny's blazing hotness in my last post. I decided that I should probably see his dazzling brilliance in person so this petite fille is going to see Toulon v Cardiff Blues in Nice in January. Weekend away in Nice. Casual. I realised that I haven't done nearly as much travelling as I hoped while I'm here, mainly due to the fact that my apartment eats my money, and if I'm going to spend painful amounts of money then I should at least have Leigh Halfpenny in short shorts as my compensation. And the whole blue sky, blue sea thing too. Not forgetting Jonny Wilkinson either. Bliss.
Anyway, thank you for reading, and Merry Christmas to you all from Baxter and I. Oh wait, make that Joyeaux Noël!
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