Singin' in the Rain
Jul. 14th, 2008 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
branquignole...well, not really. But considering I'm in Normandy, this isn't too far from the truth.
But first, Another Scene From The Delightful Time Of Moving Into Our Flat, Cat washing the dishes in our kitchen the first time and me drying while the washing machine was merrily washing away on its first experimental run...
CAT: I keep thinking the water in the sink is running away because of the sounds the dish washer keeps making.
ME: That'd be the washing machine. Dish washer is you.
Now I'm in the North of France, as always at this time of the year. Normandy is alright, what with the rainy and grey weather and the narrow streets. The narrow streets, or rather the opposite of one, caused us to cheer in amazement on our way here.
CAT: Look, a two-lane road!
ME: Oh my god!
FLO: A two-lane road... do you not know what that means? We're in a real city!
MUM: Civilisation, hurray!
HOUSES: *fade away*
MUM: Alas, we're back in the wilderness again.
ME: Two-lane road! That means civilisation!
After that adventure, we had some trouble finding our holiday home.
MUM: That might be it!
EVERYBODY: *incredulously* Didn't you say it was house number 11?
MUM: Did I?
DAD: Well, yes. This is number 43.
Then we arrived somewhere with very nice, pretty houses and I thought "wow, that looks posh!" and my parents were arguing about whether or not Les Résidences de l'Archipel was the place we were looking for.
MUM: I'm not sure. There's no house number.
ME: There's an open door, I'm sure it's here!
DAD: Hum. Maybe you should get out of the car and -
MUM: I don't think this is it.
ME: *being very much ignored* There's an open door, I'm sure it's here and someone's waiting in there!
DAD: We could - oh, look, there's someone coming out the door.
MUM: *gets out of the car, talks to someone*
MUM: *reporting back* This is it, it's here!
ME: I told you all along there was an open door.
Then we unpacked the car and went to explore the house. And what can I say? It's all pretty and new and shiny and wonderful! I want to take this house to Germany and put it where our flat is. But, um, I think the owners won't agree to that, unfortunately.
My dad actually seems to have some trouble with the house's many doors.
DAD: *from the hallway* I keep getting lost in this house!
DAD: *comes into living room* See, again! Right now, I actually wanted to go to the bathroom.
FLO: With your laptop?
Today, Cat and I were on our own in the shiny pretty house because the rest of our family had gone to the beach. We were sitting in the garden when a car drove by at a snail's pace.
CAT: What do you think, why are they driving this quickly?
ME: Maybe they're looking for their holiday home.
After some minutes' time, the car came back and drove by at a snail's pace in the other direction.
CAT: Look, they're coming back!
ME: Hm. Should I ask them if they're looking for Les Résidences de l'Archipel?
CAT: We didn't know we were looking for that place, either, so I don't think this will do much good.
ME: Should I ask if they're looking for house number 11, then?
CAT: That might work.
Oh, and you mightn't have noticed - I have internet! I actually have internet here! Consider me a very lucky thing! :)
Also, I'm rereading mistful's Drop Dead Gorgeous and it's still as amusing and heart-breaking and brilliant as it was when I first read it. I'm so addicted to it, oh, new chapter, where are you?
But first, Another Scene From The Delightful Time Of Moving Into Our Flat, Cat washing the dishes in our kitchen the first time and me drying while the washing machine was merrily washing away on its first experimental run...
CAT: I keep thinking the water in the sink is running away because of the sounds the dish washer keeps making.
ME: That'd be the washing machine. Dish washer is you.
Now I'm in the North of France, as always at this time of the year. Normandy is alright, what with the rainy and grey weather and the narrow streets. The narrow streets, or rather the opposite of one, caused us to cheer in amazement on our way here.
CAT: Look, a two-lane road!
ME: Oh my god!
FLO: A two-lane road... do you not know what that means? We're in a real city!
MUM: Civilisation, hurray!
HOUSES: *fade away*
MUM: Alas, we're back in the wilderness again.
ME: Two-lane road! That means civilisation!
After that adventure, we had some trouble finding our holiday home.
MUM: That might be it!
EVERYBODY: *incredulously* Didn't you say it was house number 11?
MUM: Did I?
DAD: Well, yes. This is number 43.
Then we arrived somewhere with very nice, pretty houses and I thought "wow, that looks posh!" and my parents were arguing about whether or not Les Résidences de l'Archipel was the place we were looking for.
MUM: I'm not sure. There's no house number.
ME: There's an open door, I'm sure it's here!
DAD: Hum. Maybe you should get out of the car and -
MUM: I don't think this is it.
ME: *being very much ignored* There's an open door, I'm sure it's here and someone's waiting in there!
DAD: We could - oh, look, there's someone coming out the door.
MUM: *gets out of the car, talks to someone*
MUM: *reporting back* This is it, it's here!
ME: I told you all along there was an open door.
Then we unpacked the car and went to explore the house. And what can I say? It's all pretty and new and shiny and wonderful! I want to take this house to Germany and put it where our flat is. But, um, I think the owners won't agree to that, unfortunately.
My dad actually seems to have some trouble with the house's many doors.
DAD: *from the hallway* I keep getting lost in this house!
DAD: *comes into living room* See, again! Right now, I actually wanted to go to the bathroom.
FLO: With your laptop?
Today, Cat and I were on our own in the shiny pretty house because the rest of our family had gone to the beach. We were sitting in the garden when a car drove by at a snail's pace.
CAT: What do you think, why are they driving this quickly?
ME: Maybe they're looking for their holiday home.
After some minutes' time, the car came back and drove by at a snail's pace in the other direction.
CAT: Look, they're coming back!
ME: Hm. Should I ask them if they're looking for Les Résidences de l'Archipel?
CAT: We didn't know we were looking for that place, either, so I don't think this will do much good.
ME: Should I ask if they're looking for house number 11, then?
CAT: That might work.
Oh, and you mightn't have noticed - I have internet! I actually have internet here! Consider me a very lucky thing! :)
Also, I'm rereading mistful's Drop Dead Gorgeous and it's still as amusing and heart-breaking and brilliant as it was when I first read it. I'm so addicted to it, oh, new chapter, where are you?
