I'm feeling a bit tired at the moment, a bit run down, thus my monthly day off should do me a lot of good. I'm looking forward to Christmas at the in-laws, despite my initial reluctance to give up our plans to go somewhere between Christmas and New Year, because it means we get to relax for awhile without really having to do anything.
Last week we saw Notre Dame de Paris, which was really fabulous (even if I didn't like a few of the lyrics, "quasimodo est malheureux, quasimodo est triste" - get a thesaurus, people), and has inspired us to make plans next year to see some musicals in London.
I've been frantically organising Christmas presents (I'm so bad, those destined to countries outside of France are LATE as usual), and putting the finishing touches on my knitted gifts. I think it's slightly crazy that I'm nearing the finishing line when I decide to add a couple more knitted gifts into the mix. But hey, frantic activity adds a little spice to life, really.
We have been cooking up a storm, and like busy little squirrels stockpiling nuts away for winter, we've been busy tupperwaring and putting things in the freezer. It's always nice to have a few chuck-em-in-the-microwave choices for weeknight dinners. This weekend I made a big pot of bolognaise sauce and a meat pie (not bad, but not quite as good as those back home, I need to experiment with the spices), Sylvain whipped up a quiche (no, don't worry mum, I'm not eating it), a flan and an apple pie (using a recipe from the lovely Sarah). I think the latter two won't last long enough to be put in the freezer.
On the advice of a commenter on my blog, I have been downloading Speaking in Tongues and watching them on my mac. Hilariousness. Not only is there that dry sense of Australian humour that I love, but the fabulous accents, particularly that of Father Bob, really remind me of home. I only wish the show would run for longer than 25 minutes, and that they'd have a chance to do longer interviews.
I'm also completely enamoured with the hilariousness that is Little Britain. I fell upon an episode by chance on cable a few weeks ago, and since then we have acquired the first two seasons. I have been watching the episodes slowly, savouring them - they are comedic entertainment at its best. Sylvain is somewhat confused by some of the things, and he commented to me last week, "you know your show?" "Little Britain? Yeah" I replied. "Well, it's a bit naughty, really," he giggled. And that's the essence of it.
I spoke to my sister this weekend, and I mentioned that I'd been watching Speaking in Tongues and how much I was enjoying it. I was about to tell her how much I liked Little Britain when she exclaimed, "oh have you seen this show? It's called Little Britain?" I laughed, and sms wars between Australian and France ensued over the rest of the weekend, "ya iknow", "i want that one", "i'm the only gay in the village", "you remember my gran, don't you?", "yeah but no but yeah but don't listen to him anyway coz he's got no pubes", "if ye were to ask me on monday, i would say yeyuss" and so on and so forth. The second-last, "bitty now", provoked the response, "sick. It is truly sick." That one is really shudder-worthy. But it doesn't stop us watching it and Sylvain has the "ya iknow" accent down pat now. I'm impressed.
Last night I was sitting in bed, checking my emails on my pda, with Symphony on my lap. Sylvain came in and crossed his arms over his chest, "you know, playing in bed on the internet via your pda doesn't make you any less geeky than when you have your computer in there with you," he commented. I opened my mouth to reply, but he continued, "in fact, I think it could be worse."
I concede that my dear husband has a point, "ya iknow".