Apologies...

OK, so I want to start this with a big apology...I seem to have fallen off the radar somewhat for which I am ever so sorry. With the introduction of  a new English member to the Majestic in France team I have got carried away being ever so French and ended up neglecting 'An English Girl in France' (which I always thought was a witty title, however after watching a Sex and the City marathon I realised I had subliminy plagerised from Series 6 - it's a good job that this doesn't have to be run through a plagerism machine!!!!) Shit.

I find myself, three months into my secondment, facing really big, scary, adult questions that I never wanted to ask and yet I have somehow found myself having to in order to continue in life (somewhat dramatic I am aware, but my life wouldn't be my life without some drama). Being in Calais feels slightly secluding at times, I am missing out on a lot at home both locally and nationally, small scale and big time and it is hard. I spend a lot of time after work hours are done perusing BBC news to find out whats going on on that littles island we call home, but it is the personal things, the things that I used to just know that I am missing the most. I am trying to stay in touch with as many people as possible, I am skype when I can get to the internet cafe, I text, I email and I try to facebook but this while lack of internet is really sucky sometimes (other times I love it, I can't stalk and worry and obsess). It's also hard when people don't seem to want to get back in touch avec me. I am aware that it is expensive to text me like normal (I haven't had a phone bill under £100 since being here, I must be O2s best customer...or biggest mug) but there are other ways, and yeah I might not get bck in touch for a couple of days if you have facebooked or emailed but I always get back to you. It seems somewhat one sided soemtimes which is shit but ah well.

Anyway, so I am back in the UK for four days on the 18th May, Chorley Girls night on the 18th, open to anyone but there are three little ladies who I am going out with and I won't be taken away from them on that Friday. In honesty, it is a flying visit. I wouldn't be coming home if I didn't have to take Tallolah back cause her French insurance runs out on the 21st. I will only be out and sociable on the 18th, I am off to see family on the Saturday and Sunday and I am travling back to au Francais on the Monday so if you want to pop out and say hello I will be in Chorley town looking fantastic.

And no.

I am not bringing any wine back for people.

Not because I am tight... Actually yeah because I am tight. You want cheap wine. YOU GOT TO SEE ME!!!

Hope and safe. xxx