Parlez vous francais?

Tip of the week on How to Improve your French.

(Now, let's all be mature and resist the urge to make smutty comments, okay?)


1. Take one Season 3 dvd of Ghost Whisperer. (It's ... cheesy... and we all know the French are famous for cheese.)

2. Set the language setting on the DVD player to English.

3. Set the subtitles setting to French.

4. Grab a large bowl of tunachickpeashrimpiceberglettucemayoandegg salad and between forkfuls, read the french subtitles out loud enough for your neighbours to hear. Be sure to place special emphasis on being emphatic.

5. Caution: Do not sit too close to the tv screen because you'll get drops of egg and mayo all over it.

6. Best done at 2.30 AM.

SHUT UP. I DO SO HAVE A FASCINATING LIFE.




*This post is dedicated to Jenny, formerly of Planet Autumn, because I can't find her and I miss her a whole lot. I think of her every time I make cheesy artichoke dip.

Sea Change

I have to get out of the office/courtrooms I'm working in, even if only for a few months.

I'm thinking that I'd like to work in a cafe by the beach, serving coffee and food so that I can rediscover that the world is not just full of stupid, greedy lawyers, lazy judges and people who never smile or see daylight.

Also, the office is stuffy and full of .... stupid people.

I can't accept that I'm one of them.

Anyone own a cafe by the beach?

Mad Monkey Mitch

When he was born, I called him Monkey. Then I gave him to Mr Grumpy, who grumbled a bit at first but called him Mitch and loved him. Furry, fat and funny (Mitch, not Grumpy.)

He's been missing for a week and we now know why.

Happy trails, Mitch.