Back to Routine!

I went to see Granny off home today - back to England. There were a lot of strikes on this morning, so loads of trains weren't working. Then she'd arranged to meet 'at the bottom of the stairs'. Have you ANY idea how many stairs there are at Gare de Nord? A LOT. It was quite sad to be at Gare du Nord, RIGHT BY the Eurostar, yet not be getting on it. :( Made me want to sneak onto a carriage and hide in the luggage area! 

 

So back at the house now, or rather, SAUNA! The heating is on full blast round the house - and I don't want to turn off or even turn down my radiator because it was so cold before!! - I don't want to waste the 'heat opportunity'! I am MELTING though... maybe I should turn it down ONE notch... 

Today I decided to 'exercise the brain' and bought an 'easy' SuDoku book to keep me occupied. Now that I'm not at school, it's easy to not really do anything all day in terms of learning, stretching your brain and increasing your knowledge! This blog is keeping my English at large, but I felt possibly the 'number' side of things needed working on. So I bought a little travel book, feeling like a total nerd. After spending half a DAY on the first SuDoku; having to rub my numbers out and start again TWICE even AFTER resorting to the 'semi answers' (the top row of numbers completed) and a peak in the main answers to see if the bottom number was correct, I now feel really stupid. My spurt of enthusiasm after completeing (finally) the first one soon ended when I madly decided to move onto the second grid, and gave up after filling in about 5 boxes and discovering I'd already gone wrong. 

This morning (and yesterday) Marie kept asking me where certain belongings were. Why do kids do that? As if I'm going to know where they put something! You know in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda Priestly is like: 'Where is that piece of paper I was holding yesterday?' Times that by three!

Where's my brush? I don't know.
Where're my shoes? I gave them to an old man.
Where's my coat? I ate it. 
Where's my school diary? I turned it into a paper airplane competition.
Where's my computer cable? I was practicing hurdles with it.
Where's my iPod? On platform 9 and 3/4. 


Bahhh!!!! And you know, ALL the times I went to find them, they were either EXACTLY where I'd said they'd be (aren't I amazing?), or where they'd left them.