Today COULD have been perfect. It went pretty perfect for the majority of the day... Even when I had to take the plough-machine back AGAIN this morning, I found the place, and William was fined, NOT for it being a day late, but the fact he'd returned it with dry soil clogged round the blades. That doesn't surprise me ONE TEENY BIT. 'What, you mean I have to clean the machine?? Can't I just pay someone to do it?' Yes. It's called 'a fine'. So the Black Fairy came and bit him back, and I feel very satisfied.
Came back home in a happy 'haha-serves-you-right' daze, listened to the radio online whilst admiring my amazing clean and empty room, and then decided to go into a 'safe' area of Paris (the centre) for more Space Invader-ing. I started at Chatelet and ended up at Bastille, which was very lovely, and being old/cobbled streets in the centre of Paris, they were absolutely littered with Space Invaders! My favourite one it the big picture below with the character holding a sign reading 'Leave us alone!'. It's so weird how no one bothers about them, until the moment I pull out my camera to take a few snapshots and suddenly everybody wants to come and have a closer look... it's not like they're new!!
So, all good so far, came back and did some work... picking up the girls was pain-free and reasonably un-traumatic... And then I thought to make this day even more smooth and brilliant, to hold tea for when William returned. Because I'm a GOOD au-pair. So I waited, and hung around, and wasted 2 hours in my room NOT cooking tea, and then used the last remaining bit of meat in the house to create another of my wonderous Shepherd's Pies... and then at 8.15 he called Juliette to say he wasn't going to come back this evening. OH JOY. Had I known this earlier, I could have got away with throwing some pasta together at 6, and have done. But no, just keep me waiting for as long as possible because that's what I really enjoy. *Yowls of frustration* I refuse to wait anymore for the parents - it is quite a JOKE. And before you start thinking it's unreasonable, I shouldn't be cooking for them anyway! Let alone keeping dinner on hold and cooking to their demands.
And we're back around to Wednesday again... NONONONO!! :'( *Cries of anticipation seconds from the rollercoaster car tipping over it's summit.* Three more Wednesdays to go. Can they get any worse? Maybe after MONDAY, tomorrow will seem relatively harmless...
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