SShhhhhhhhhh...




After a quick side trip to the UK, i'm now back in Paris where everything is just as I left it. Well almost...

Work is still work. Same people, same building, same quartier. Honestly it feels like I never went away.

My friends, thankfully, are all here, exactly where I left them; and like me a little older and none the wiser.

And my apartment is still here, same view, same crazy neighbour, only now theres 2 of us living here (well 3 including Mixie).

Given that i'm only in town for 2 weeks and both Doug and I are trying to save to by places of our own we've decided to 'co-habit' for a while. All in all its working out quite well, given that we hardly ever see each other. Doug is on the 'evil' shift at France 24 so each morning at 3am an alarm rings and he pootles off to work. In the evening when I come home hes tucked up in bed (which is why we're having to be extra quiet right now...).

We've taken the 'ships in the night' one step further and created 'blogs in the bathroom' (or 'blogs in the bog' as I prefer to call it). This new form of communication entails mindless scribblings and reminders from him stuck on the bathroom sink at some horrible hour in the morning and non-witty responses from me, complete with coffee and porridge breakfast stains which he picks up when he comes home mid-afternoon. Bizarre, but it works.

It's great to be at home but still effectively 'camping'. I sleep on the sofa, i'm living out of an old shipping trunk and everything feels very temporary. It doesn't really bother me and its all good practise for my future hobo aspirations.

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