I am absolutely falling asleep at my desk.
Reason being is that I got up early this morning in a French house(!!) and had to get to the airport really earlyish. Then I had to fly home here to Guernsey, on Joey the little yellow plane(!!!) which rocked, then peg it here into work by 10:15am. I haven't had a lunch break and I am so completely full of yawns it's not true. Ahhh, but I had a lovely time, and that is what counts. My husband has the day off today, as do several of our friends, and when I spoke to him an hour ago they were all at our house drinking cups of tea which is very frustrating. Boo.
I have been in Dinan! That is in Brittany, and not too far from St Malo. In fact we arrived in St Malo on Friday evening and the ferry crossing was in fact OK. I took my stugeron and didn't feel ill at all. We were staying in Lanvallet, which is across a big viaduct from the walled town of Dinan and a 10 minute walk to the main shops and restaurants. It is very quiet and extremely pretty. Our friends parents have a farmhouse and they let us have it for the weekend. They also have a large wine cellar which we enjoyed rather a lot. We visited the very cool city of Rennes on Saturday, where I found a L'Occitaine shop, yum, and also an Espirit clothes shop where I bought a great top. We ate a lot of food, walked round a busy French market, listened to Samba, then went to a big Intermarche and bought a shitload of king prawns and had a big feast. We played lots of charades, did a big walk along the river and ate bucketloads of moules. I will put some pics up when Nick sorts them out for me!
Well, writing this is killing the final half hour of the working day thank goodness. I have to pop to the fancy dress shop and see if they have 50's prom dresses, as we have a prom night themed party in Jersey next month, then I have to go home and drink tea and collapse. ZZzzzzzzz.....
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The ‘Christmas Cat’
An old Icelandic folklore states that everyone has to get one new piece of clothing at Christmas. Anyone who was left out was in danger of being eaten by a malicious beast called the Christmas Cat. The Christmas Cat is GrĂ½la’s cat (see Yule Lads... Gryla is their mum) and every effort was made to ensure that no-one would “go to the Christmas Cat”. Thus, everyone worked very hard to make a new piece of clothing for each member of the household.
Also, check out In Character, a fancy dress shop in Jersey, they have loads of 50s dresses there!
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