Monday, 16 February 2009

Je peux pas parler anglais...

For the less learned of you, that means 'I can't speak English'. It was established today that, after 20 years of living a lie, 'fit' is not the past form of 'to fit', it is, in fact, fitted, ex. the tin fit in the cupboard is wrong, so i'm told...

I had an exciting weekend. I went to see Little Shop of Horrors at my sisters school/my old school, which was much better than expected. Le samedi, I went to Teff in her mansion-like accomodation at Leeds. Twas fun and I was initiated into this 'ring of fire' nonsense. I don't see the fuss about it, it's fun, but I don't understand why so many blame it for hang overs. That said, since staying at Teffs, I have developped achey upper arms/shoulders, making pushing the doors into the library the hardest challenge of the day. Not fun.

Our french tutor today arrived with a tea cosey on her head. Last week she came dressed as a Fimble. Presumably it's to liven students days...

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