Did I get to France?

Oh yes I did! Even with a 1% donation:-) I am now debating on whether I should do a 'Life in France' blog and end this one. There are many absurd situations that have happened here already (I think I am a magnet for such things) and maybe, just maybe, I could blog about it.

Is it worth it? Would anyone read it? This is the question.

Hmmmm.

Opinions would help the decision....

The Comfort of Cooking: Crispy Scallion Potato Pancakes

The Comfort of Cooking: Crispy Scallion Potato Pancakes: These potato pancakes actually look yummy scrummy and I will make them at the weekend I think! Great website.

Kevin 21 blogger gets on a nerve

For a month now I have been under attach from a 'blogger' (obviously a spammer account) who has chosen to inundate one solitary entry of my blog. Namely the one prior to this entry. I won't write the title of it in case this is a trigger.

I am annoyed it has to be said. Even though comments are under moderation mode, I still have to delete the rubbish that has been sent by dear ole Kev.

I want to know how to truly make this account cease and desist.

Ideas anyone?

French Dream

Before the imagination runs away into the cesspool of one's mind, I would like to point out that the title of this post isn't as filthy as you might have wanted.

It's just an update of where I am aiming to be in a year's time. Not here but there.

France.

I've seen the light. I've seen the fresh produce.

I've smelt the air from the mountains.

I have to get there with my family and am on a mission.

I'm selling things on Ebay. I have far too much stuff.

I've set up a fund pot that anyone can donate (no matter how small) to help the cause and be part of the story as part of the process. (There's a link on the right of this page, or at the top).

Miss Germany is also coming over for a week in the beginning of January which should be fun. However, I have done something really bad with my back and I don't know how I did it.

I am now walking around like Notre Dame.

Very unsexy:-(

Men pretending to be lesbians. Why?

Is it just me who just doesn't get it? Don't men have enough to be getting on with, like running the world? Starting fights with anyone and everyone? Yet still. There is always one isn't there?

Unfortunately this is just the start of a string of such stories.

I am just waiting to hear a justifiable reason for this despicable behaviour that isn't just another variation of 'sorry'.

Not good enough men.