About
Hitting thirty and having a crisis is not exactly an original reason for chucking your job in and buggering off abroad, but that’s what I did. As I could speak a bit of the language, I thought Paris would be a good place to hide-out for a while. Maybe I should have done more research…
Generally, of course it’s great, but there are still things that infuriate me, or that I simply just don’t get (quite a lot of the latter actually) so this is a record of some of those things which will hopefully shed a bit of light on our neighbours across the channel.
Oh, one last thing - if I start doing that poncey thing of changing every other word into a french one in italics, feel free to send me abusive emails - it’s so passé 
