I can hear voices downstairs - I think we've got visitors and it's 3:00 pm and I'm still in my pyjamas because I started writing with my first cup of coffee. AND NOW I CANT GO DOWNSTAIRS!
Worst. Day. Ever.
Worst. Day. Ever.
Well, I would just go downstairs and act like everything is perfectly normal. English eccentricity. I can get away with it. LOL!
Phew. They're gone. It was just someone who thought we were someone else (perils of renting in France). I'm going downstairs to do the the showering thing like a proper French lady now, and I think I might burn the boy pyjamas. .
Maryn, who has scrambled to get dressed when she heard the school bus bringing her kids home many a time
My clothes are all DOWNSTAIRS!!! And they'll be French, whoever they are, and I'm wearing boy pyjamas because I'm short (also cheap) and now that I think about it I'm really really hungry as well.
Can't one of you rescue me? Or send me a food parcel?
Yell down, "The Germans are coming! Run!"