I am so exhausted. From the jet lag as well as from having to think and speak in French for the past few days. What a relief it is on the brain to get back to the UK and just speak English.
There was a moment in paris when I was walking about on my own and the bells of notre-dame were ringing to signify the time and I thought to myself, "well this is lovely isn't it? Maybe I could live here someday?"
I am currently laying in bed at my aunts house after my first real night of actual uninteruppted sleep! Yesterday was a bit of a blur.
I met three aunts (all of them are my dad's sisters) and the adjoining uncles. Then there were the gaggle of cousins.
I met Steph, Car (Caroline), Kev, Deb, and Rob, who is only a few weeks younger than me. Missing were May, Steve, Terry, Suze, and Andrew. I loved all the shortened one syllable versions of their names. Rob aka Robert told me it was just because they were all too lazy to say the full name.
They are all charming and polite and have cook British accents and use typical British slang words like "knackered" and "nicked" and "is it??"
With all these relatives I'd hope that at least one of them would be gay. The jury is still out on that as a lot of them are still single so maybe one of them plays on the same team as me? Either that or being single seems to run in the family.
Factoid # 2: they don't take their shoes off inside the house!! What kind of Asians are you?!