Tuesday, 21 June 2011

What happens when the subject reads your blog

I quick update today, as, in all honesty, I'm still in shock.

The following strange things happened last night:

1.  The Frenchman returned home in time for dinner
(well, he was only 20 minutes later than agreed, which, for the French, is almost unfashionably early)

2.  In one hand he carried a bouquet of long stem roses
(bloody women, all it takes is a bunch of flowers and we become a big swooning heap of jelly - and the well-practiced 'Where have you been??' rants are immediately forgotten)

3.  In the other hand he carried a bottle of wine
(cue a mental chorus of 'hallelujah!!!!' - my inner drunkard has been dying from dehydration whilst trying to be supportive of his recently self-imposed, half-pint limit)

4.  The words 'bike', 'race' and 'training' were not mentioned once in the evening
(theory to test next time: if it weren't for the wine, would he have ran out of conversation?!)

5.  He did not set his alarm at some ungodly hour this morning to train and instead we had a lie-in
(I'm not kidding myself that this one was difficult to manage, but I appreciated it all the same)

I'm not sure who this man is or what he has done with the Frenchman. 

It's safe to say that I could get used to having him around....

...but then what would I have to whinge about??


P.s - The Frenchman is competing in a stage of the Tour de France on 17 July and raising money for leukaemia research, a cause very dear to his heart - so if you read this, please, please, please take a little bit of time to sponsor him at http://laurettefugain.alvarum.net/teamrondy2011. Every little helps.

It's the French equivalent of 'Just Giving' and is very easy to donate, even from the UK!

And with any luck, maybe this stranger will return when the race is finished! ;-)

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