Bon to the jour.
It has been a while between
drinks spritzes for you and I, dear PTT reader. Actually I’m lying to you already and we are only one sentence deep! I’ve had a LOT of spritzes lately, namely the Aperol and gin kind.
But really, it has been quite some time since I’ve posted. I should offer a sincere apology to you and beg for your forgiveness. I could pretend that I’ve been posting all this time but, TECHNOLOGY. Or, I could offer a smorgasbord of excuses…
Smorgasbord: WHY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN FOREVER.
- I/we got a puppy that then turned into a dog and occupied my heart and mind day and night. It’s also really hard to manage two social media accounts….(like and subscribe @monsieur_camembert) *
- I/we got engaged in Copenhagen**
- I/we got married not once but TWICE! ***
- I/we moved apartments ****
- Hugh had a routine MRI which uncovered an AVM in his brain *****
- I was concerned blogging about my life made me a narcissist. ******
*Camembert was the subject of my most recent post but I think I need to elaborate. He has now twice survived near drowning incidents, ate an entire loaf of brioche and ended up at the vet, and has had an operation to have a wart removed. In summary, as dog owners we’ve been through a lot.
** The engagement happened on boat and due to instability the proposal happened on not one knee but whilst Hugh sat perched on a boat bench.
*** Disgusting, two weddings! Sickening! I’ll come straight out and admit that one of the two was a “Destination Wedding” – the jerkiest, smarmiest, selfish dual word combination in the wedding phrase book. You’ll forgive me I’m sure, because you’ll understand that a girl has got to do what she has got to do for two wedding outfits and double the amount of celebratory cheese. Am I right, brie-lieve it.
**** We moved 350 metres down the road but it was an upheaval quite literally -you should have seen Hugh and his friend negotiating our large couch through stairwells and a busy intersection!
***** This was a bonafide miracle, after a MRI for a concussion a radiologist spied a spaghetti tangle of veins known in the medical world as an AVM. To explain to those not in the medical world it looks a dried up clump of pasta that sticks together in the pot and is completely inedible. Today he had a checkup scan that indicated the AVM is all but gone thanks to the laser treatment he had in Lille last year. I felt really weird writing about life in Paris with that hanging over us; like I was tempting fate and something terrible would happen. I feel so lucky and grateful to Hugh’s rugby club and the neurosurgeons who took care of him. I’m very happy to report the spaghetti clump has been obliterated! Professor Blond was in charge of the laser and our experience has further confirmed to me that one can always feel safe putting their life in the hands of a blonde.
***** I still have these concerns but I really, truly love writing and I really like this outlet.
Donc, désolé mes amis (so sorry pals).
ONWARDS AND OUTWARDS
Now to share some snaps of our honeymoon, which happened before our wedding and was an attempt to achieve a sun kissed glow for the wedding day. Thank you Pippa Middleton for the bride goals 2017. I was seriously concerned I would injure myself/develop a rash/get attacked by a swarm of opportunist mosquitos but you’ll be pleased (or saddened if you’re a psychopath) to know that I survived the trip unscathed.
I’ll also add in some snaps of Carcassonne where we visited after our wedding/s. That way I’m sandwiching the most special time in my life without showing you the filling (but don’t worry, the filling i.e. the civil ceremony and wedding will be next so stay tuned!)