Flying by 'like a G6'... or just another ordinary week.

This week is surprisingly flying by! Today is Crazy Caroline's birthday, and big celebrations are happening. It’s pretty weird how this family goes over the top for a birthday, but also how it’s all done very last minute! Sabine asked me to do some shopping this afternoon and made the mistake of giving me an empty cheque with no idea of a limit. What CAN’T you buy for a party? She even sent me to Monoprix, which has CHOICES - unlike Ed’s which has the bare minimal. So we now have a kitchen stocked up with enough to last until next Bastille Day, so hopefully it’ll be a blast! This morning I walked down to the shops for a dose of vitamin C in the form of Tropicana, and had 3 individual guys come up and talk to me. Talk about embarrassing! I had to check I’d remembered to put on trousers (check) and that I didn’t have ‘desperado’ across my forehead (check). Just cringey. Particularly when they realise I’m a foreigner I’m instantly conversation-worthy. NO NO NO!

I’m actually glad the party is more of an aperitif/buffet style as this morning William informed me I was taking Juliette to a tournament this evening and had to wait for her (on Tuesday I returned and went back to collect them again later), WHILST making a big meal for Caroline's birthday celebration. Sorry, how? Unless he was planning on eating at 11pm it was a pretty tall order for tennis tournament chauffeuring and a meal for 8+ people for one person to do! Ok. Well to be honest I was pretty mad about it. Mad as in… frustrating and raging. Butttt it’s all sorted now. Hat’s off to the chef. ;)

Other than the fact that next on my designer list is some Miu Miu boots (Margot got a miu miu bag for her birthday, alongside the pink limo - which actually looked monstrous - and a hotel stay in Paris) and a plan to learn future and conditional perfect tenses in the car later during the tournament, I’m just waiting for Rosie to SAVE me from drowning in a swarm of French creeps (we’ll be armed and dangerous for the Sacre Coeur)! ONE MORE DAY and then I can laugh, bitch and rant 24/7 with Rosie. I'm sure we are all pleased to know for the sake of her safety that the town has spent (probably) hundreds putting up new bollards around the town, around every zebra crossing. So that you KNOW it’s a crossing. This wouldn’t be a big deal in England, but places like Paris are COVERED in zebra crossings and with two at either end of every crossing, it looks rather like a life-sized game of dominos. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was made known that there were more zebra crossings in Paris than any other road markings. 

My Granny and Aunt are also coming out to Paris tomorrow, and SO-JEALOUS-AM-I, because they're staying in a very exquisite hotel opposite the flagship Chanel Store of Paris. Sorry but total ENVY. I'll be camping out at the hotel for the day until Rosie arrives so be prepared!

I'd just like to also add, that today I almost got stuck in a car park again. WHAT IS IT WITH CAR PARKS AND ME??? So I guess you could say i was actually stuck - I had to reverse back into the parking spaces because I couldn't get past the gate. They have a vendetta against me. First Coventry and now Paris? The barrier wouldn't accept my ticket, even though I was entitled to free parking and had got the ticket scanned at the tills. Eventually I managed to track down a delivery man ho helped me out. Even as i was first entering the barriers I was anxious - once in you can never get out!