: the weekend. phew.
*spends an hour catching up on emails, LJ entries, news and Harry Potter fanfic[1]*
Well, Paris was rather nice. I have taken some photos, and can hopefully stick them up onto my website and link to them from here (yes, I am a skinflint and refuse to pay for an LJ until I actually have spare cash. So sue me.) We saw Bed and Breakfast, which has weird points (only net curtains on the windows - I suspect this is a Parisian thing, since several buildings had this - cold boiled eggs as part of breakfast, only three showers) and good points (lovely lovely tiles, non-squeaky bunk-beds, very central location, dead cheap.) We'll have to move the group on the last night, as he's double-booked (d'oh!) but hopefully this won't be a problem. Bruce seemed to enjoy it as well despite being a fit under the weather, and managed to conquer his fear of heights on the Eiffel Tower. We met two English au pairs in a pub, which livened up Sunday night a bit (NEVER go out in Paris on a Sunday night, everywhere worth going to is closed, except for English chain pubs - which are nice if you've been stuck in Paris for a while and want to chat to English people, but not great for visitors.)
mirabehn's weekend sounded more fun though.
I have a list as long as my arm of things to do now that I am back. This includes finishing off my speech for the Shell Livewire competition tomorrow (I'm on at 11.30am, results get announced that evening, will have to nip back to Dalkeith in between). Loads of stuff for the Paris trip, some stuff for the Nice trip, a quote to put together for a string orchestra from the Netherlands, two sets of Fringe listings, lots of promotional emails, aaaaagggghhh.
[1] I was going to link that to Gryffindor Tower and Aparecium/Schnoogle, but decided that if you hadn't found them already, you probably don't want to, and will be more happy if I avoid pointing them out, thus saving you half-an-hour each day. Er. I think.
*spends an hour catching up on emails, LJ entries, news and Harry Potter fanfic[1]*
Well, Paris was rather nice. I have taken some photos, and can hopefully stick them up onto my website and link to them from here (yes, I am a skinflint and refuse to pay for an LJ until I actually have spare cash. So sue me.) We saw Bed and Breakfast, which has weird points (only net curtains on the windows - I suspect this is a Parisian thing, since several buildings had this - cold boiled eggs as part of breakfast, only three showers) and good points (lovely lovely tiles, non-squeaky bunk-beds, very central location, dead cheap.) We'll have to move the group on the last night, as he's double-booked (d'oh!) but hopefully this won't be a problem. Bruce seemed to enjoy it as well despite being a fit under the weather, and managed to conquer his fear of heights on the Eiffel Tower. We met two English au pairs in a pub, which livened up Sunday night a bit (NEVER go out in Paris on a Sunday night, everywhere worth going to is closed, except for English chain pubs - which are nice if you've been stuck in Paris for a while and want to chat to English people, but not great for visitors.)
I have a list as long as my arm of things to do now that I am back. This includes finishing off my speech for the Shell Livewire competition tomorrow (I'm on at 11.30am, results get announced that evening, will have to nip back to Dalkeith in between). Loads of stuff for the Paris trip, some stuff for the Nice trip, a quote to put together for a string orchestra from the Netherlands, two sets of Fringe listings, lots of promotional emails, aaaaagggghhh.
[1] I was going to link that to Gryffindor Tower and Aparecium/Schnoogle, but decided that if you hadn't found them already, you probably don't want to, and will be more happy if I avoid pointing them out, thus saving you half-an-hour each day. Er. I think.
