Inching forward...
The Boy is away this weekend, and so I seized the opportunity to be productive - or so I thought!
>> I did manage to meet up with cousin J and bring her to Gazette to try their juicy and rich hot foie gras, finally!
- The Boy and I had brought her there to try it on New Year's Eve but they had a special NYE's set menu which excluded the foie gras. And this time, when we got there, it wasn't on the menu either.. I was really distressed and almost felt like crying - after all that effort to trudge all the way to the arsehole of London!! But I asked one of the lovely (and good looking!) waiters if we could have the hot foie gras with apples... the one that's usually on the menu - I had seen it several times when I came in 2008... he checked with the chef and said, okay, they can serve that. Hurrah - joy was I! We had the off-menu hot grilled foie gras with apples and chestnut (£9) as starter, and a calamari risotto (£12.50) for main, which was really lovely and creamy, and I was completely stuffed by the end of the meal.
>> And I also managed to visit The European Bookshop to get a couple of French vocabulary books that I had been meaning to get.
- This Friday, the Boy told MM, our friend and colleague at work, that I'm speaking french about half the time recently (true) and speak it quite well (very sweet of him, very untrue). In fact,
I have been heroically trying to speak loads of French lately, and have been getting really frustrated by my feeling of impotence due to my limited vocabulary. I feel handicapped - having to constantly pause in the midst of a laboriously constructed sentence to ask: "so how do you say [faint, etc.] in french?" It's difficult to be theatrical, like I so often like to be (mock-theatrical at least), when one has to interrupt oneself and consult the Boy on vocabulary. And I'm bored of using "Ca c'est une tragedie!" (this is a tragedie!) whenever I am cross/upset/annoyed by anything - e.g. The bus is late - this is a tragedie! I don't like this fish - this is a tragedie! - you get the picture. So I am quite eager indeed to expand my vocabulary!
>> However, I haven't managed to make any progress on my new website, despite the domain name registration, boo!
- My petite inner geek has been stumped by the simplest of coding - I am unable to save my html into a form readable by the internet web language powers-that-be. O woe is me! I am pretty depressed by my incompetence... rather shocked by how quickly skills that I once had, however rudimentary, have completely disappeared. Clearly, this coding stuff is not like riding a bike at all!
>> And I haven't cleared my room, learn any DSLR stuff, met up with my friends (as was my grand plan when I encouraged the Boy to go off to Paris on his own for a weekend with the boys)...
- so I'm a little bit disappointed with my (lack of) productivity. It's the new year, I should be making tonnes of progress while I'm all fired up!!
But tomorrow is another day... well actually... tomorrow (Sunday) is here, since it's already 2.45am now. It's funny, how I get completely unstructured in my sleeping pattern the moment I lose a framework that encourages regularity (work, the Boy) - I'm a total night owl batchelorette!
To bed, to bed! there's a knocking at the gate
>> I did manage to meet up with cousin J and bring her to Gazette to try their juicy and rich hot foie gras, finally!
- The Boy and I had brought her there to try it on New Year's Eve but they had a special NYE's set menu which excluded the foie gras. And this time, when we got there, it wasn't on the menu either.. I was really distressed and almost felt like crying - after all that effort to trudge all the way to the arsehole of London!! But I asked one of the lovely (and good looking!) waiters if we could have the hot foie gras with apples... the one that's usually on the menu - I had seen it several times when I came in 2008... he checked with the chef and said, okay, they can serve that. Hurrah - joy was I! We had the off-menu hot grilled foie gras with apples and chestnut (£9) as starter, and a calamari risotto (£12.50) for main, which was really lovely and creamy, and I was completely stuffed by the end of the meal.
>> And I also managed to visit The European Bookshop to get a couple of French vocabulary books that I had been meaning to get.
- This Friday, the Boy told MM, our friend and colleague at work, that I'm speaking french about half the time recently (true) and speak it quite well (very sweet of him, very untrue). In fact,
I have been heroically trying to speak loads of French lately, and have been getting really frustrated by my feeling of impotence due to my limited vocabulary. I feel handicapped - having to constantly pause in the midst of a laboriously constructed sentence to ask: "so how do you say [faint, etc.] in french?" It's difficult to be theatrical, like I so often like to be (mock-theatrical at least), when one has to interrupt oneself and consult the Boy on vocabulary. And I'm bored of using "Ca c'est une tragedie!" (this is a tragedie!) whenever I am cross/upset/annoyed by anything - e.g. The bus is late - this is a tragedie! I don't like this fish - this is a tragedie! - you get the picture. So I am quite eager indeed to expand my vocabulary!
>> However, I haven't managed to make any progress on my new website, despite the domain name registration, boo!
- My petite inner geek has been stumped by the simplest of coding - I am unable to save my html into a form readable by the internet web language powers-that-be. O woe is me! I am pretty depressed by my incompetence... rather shocked by how quickly skills that I once had, however rudimentary, have completely disappeared. Clearly, this coding stuff is not like riding a bike at all!
>> And I haven't cleared my room, learn any DSLR stuff, met up with my friends (as was my grand plan when I encouraged the Boy to go off to Paris on his own for a weekend with the boys)...
- so I'm a little bit disappointed with my (lack of) productivity. It's the new year, I should be making tonnes of progress while I'm all fired up!!
But tomorrow is another day... well actually... tomorrow (Sunday) is here, since it's already 2.45am now. It's funny, how I get completely unstructured in my sleeping pattern the moment I lose a framework that encourages regularity (work, the Boy) - I'm a total night owl batchelorette!
To bed, to bed! there's a knocking at the gate
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