The pressure of writing and sending Christmas cards to people is upon me! Woe is me! I can’t make small chitchat and end the note with “…and by the way, Happy holidays”. So fake, so fake. I have too many addresses and not enough cards and stamps. Do people expect me to walk in the freezing cold to La Poste and chap my lips in the process? My gloves are lost! I’ve overturned the whole flat and still I cannot find them!
On a “my preeeecioussss” note I still haven’t seen the last of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Saturday nite we had a film showing of the two previous ones. Seven hours mes amies. In French. Then there was a contest and I came in last but I still got a plastic figurine of the oh-so-lovely Legolas, with his blond hair and pointed ears. Kill me, I’ve never read the book. I just like the fight scenes.
I have yet to upload precious pictures of the Fete de la Lumiere, a must-see in Lyon during 8 December because they project light shows on famous monuments and me, I like light shows because at the same time they sell cotton candy and me, I like cotton candy alot.
Off to Christmas card writing I suppose. A painful task, but somebody’s got to do it.
