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Everyday, it’s-a getting closer

Published May 24, 2011 by Dorothy
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5 days stop in Ireland before heading for the big smoke!

Time to go apply for my visa at the Embassy!

21h30 : I turned off the light, went to bed,early because I had to catch the 5.30 train the next morning; but I couldn’t sleep so early in the evening. Maybe music would help ? I turned on my Ipod and tried to relax and go to sleep.

 22h00 :  Music:not efficient at all. Maybe a nightcap would help? I got up and poured myself a little something. Well, if I was to be completely honest, it was more a nightbucket than a nightcap ^^ (but anyway it didn’t put me to sleep).

23h00 : Decided to log on facebook and play “Burst the Bubble with Mister Raccoon-the Challenge”. No point staying in bed when you can’t sleep, right? But I kept missing all the bubbles, due to nightcap abuse, so I quit.

00h00 : Two episodes of Glee.

1h59 : “Janey mack it’s laaaate! Two hours and one minute left to sleep. Okay I’m definitely sleeping this instant”

2h45 : Dozed off at last!

4h00 : Rose and shone. Actually no, I wasn’t shining so much, but I did rise.

8h20 : Arrived at the metro station near the embassy. Fortunately, the Embassy was easy to find; there were loads of fences around it, and even more guards than at the Paul McCartney concert I went to at the Stade de France; so I spotted it from miles away. I was early so I headed for the Champs Elysées to get myself some coffee . Now, I forgot how big Paris was; the Champs Elysées were close enough to the embassy but they are 597254865 kilometers long, and it took me 30 minutes to get to the first opened food joint (Quick, the French McDonald’s) I could find. Got in there pronto,and walked to the counter while looking at my watch; I had now approximately 25 minutes to eat and then I’d have to walk back to Embassy. Luckily, the place was empty.

9h10 : Young fella at the counter exceptionally unenthusiastic and not in a hurry at all to serve customers.

“Bonjour, what would you like?” he yawned, utterly bored. “would you like our special brunch?”

“Er, what’s in the special brunch?”

he scratched his head and pointed to a big poster that said special brunch was like bagels,eggs, rashers,yoghurt, orange juice, coffee, pancakes, saussies,beans, and about everything you could think of having for brekkie was in there. Janey,I thought, there must be a million calories in that breakfast and I don’t have time; and also I thought if the young fella had to prepare and bring me all of that he’d pass out from exhaustion, so I just ordered a bagel and coffee.

“K” he said and then proceeded to type that on his register. He yawned again as  thrust money at him, counting down time till I had to go back. Then he asked me to wait on the side because the bagel was being warmed and stood at the register till a couple more customers came in.

“Oh, I forgot to tell the kitchen for your bagel!” he said when he saw me still waiting on the side.”I’ll go in a minute after I’m finished with that broken dispenser. Only you have to wait 8 minutes now.”

 “Get a bleedin move on!I haven’t got all day to wait for the likes of you!” I felt like saying but that would have been really rude of me so instead I said I was rather in a hurry could I please have it as quick as possible? He sighed and nodded, then left the broken straw dispenser he was trying to fix on the counter and slowly headed for the kitchen. Janey that joint isn’t called quick for nothing, I thought to myself.

When I finally got my bagel I had to shove it in my mouth and leave pronto.

10h00 : Met another guy who is going on the 7th of June too. We were controlled by policemen before we had reached the door of the embassy, and then one more time at the entrance. It was impressive; we had to empty our pockets and take off our belts, and go through a metal detector like in the airport. The guard said something I didn’t understand pointing at me so I thought he meant I had to take off my coat. so he could see I wasn’t hiding anything under it. But then when he saw me taking it off he waved his hand.

“Madam! Please do not remove all your clothing.” he pointed at the belt of my trench. Just the ceinture.”

I also had to get rid of my coke zero (no liquids, like on the plane) and my croissant au beurre ( I wonder about that “no croissant au beurre in the premises” policy, it’s a little surprising?) but eventually we arrived in the waiting room. I was called at a desk; the employee was a jolly man who joked around about my photos;he took my fingerprints like in the movies (really cool) and I had to answer a few questions about the job I was going to do, how long it was going to last and if I intended on coming back home after that. I think they are concerned about people not wanting to go home and staying illegally. But I said yes definitely unless Mark Wahlberg proposes to me in which case I would definitely move to LA, I planned to come back. The employee chuckled, looking reassured that wasn’t about to happen, and said okay no problem then 😀

I had to wait for a second round of questions with a second employee, and that was over in a tick: she said I’d receive my visa soon. I’d waited about two hours (not too long, because I had someone to chat with) and now it was done! yaaaaaay!

12h00 : Met one more guy who is going away the same day as us. We decided to have lunch together at the closest chipper. Which meant, the bleedin Quick fellas again 🙂 but they were very efficient this time around, on the midday rush.

14h00 : Bid farewell to two guys. Both seem nice enough. had time in my hands before the train going back to Nantes arrived so I went to see “Water for Elephants”.

16h30 : Waiting for train. Good thing I’d thought to bring Jack Kerouac novel with me.

20h00 : Phew! home at last! ah bring on the nightcap, I need it again 😀

Stay tuned!

Mxx

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Get this party started

Published May 15, 2011 by Dorothy

Things I have learned during the evening out in Nantes with the girls (Our own Heather from Tipperary, Fellow Nanny now officially nicknamed Dot and Aunty E, now officially nicknamed Shirley.)

  • Thing number one : You feel that you have too much thoughts locked inside you? You need to talk, express yourself ? You want to let it all out ? Pour your heart out to everybody who will listen? Well, I’ve got just the combo for you : Some Kir Peche+some white wine+a crepe+ a couple of pints! haha I don’t really know if it’s because I had been off the booze for quite some time, but for some reason, the drinks got to my head and made me SO rowdy. I spent the night talking the ears off everybody! (sorry by the way,girls- next time feel free to knock me out if I tell the same silly anecdote more than three times in a row 😀 )
  • Thing number two : When you’re a youngster, when you’re  in and you’re a fashionista it’s absolutely out of the question to wear earplugs. Even if your neighbour is the octomum and her babies.Even if you are four people sleeping in the same room, including Heather who likes chatting away in her sleep about oats and milk. Otherwise you may get called “Aul woman” “Vieille grognon sac” who wears “Granny Earmuffs”. Yes aul Shirley and aul Heather told me and Dot, and they were definite about it! 😀
  • Thing number three : I have spent like, two years using words that are most inappropriate: I now know I cannot call people “gobshites” whent I find them a little annoying or slow because it’s quite an offensive word. And I cannot use “bleedin” before every second word unless I want people to believe that I am a scary person and am about to rob them. Actually I might say it in front of Ryanair ladies, so they are afraid of me and let me get away with my overweight suitcase! good idea, no ? hehehee!
  • thing number four : When Dot says she can’t handle alcohol, she is fibbing. She had as much as I had and she wasn’t the one who carried on babbling about how uncle Shane was really scary with his misterious Kilkenny accent nobody understands 😀  Actually everytime I see Dot she drinks and drinks and is always sober! That is most unfair. I would pay to see Dot tipsy singing Highland Paddy 😀
  • Thing number five : Tipperary+Kilkenny+ Nantes combo is deadly 🙂 even if we took the girls to an empty bleedin aul pub, the evening was pretty funny! Then again maybe I was just entertaining myself with my own silly drunken anecdotes! Haha girls : You are superfun, the three of youse!

 

Stay tuned !

m xxx

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