Brest in bed

Welcome to my blog!

I thought that in the end, I would try to catch this blogging train, test out my rather rusty journalism skills and get my thought train ready for departure, ready to share my thoughts with the world.  This may seem rather egotiscial at first glance, but really I am doing it for the pleasure and benefit of everybody around me… and here’s why:

Well, I am not sure that there is a reason more poignant, or stronger than simply this:  We are all interested in the lives of others, however mundane or mad they may be, especially the lives of our loved ones, and when the are in another country or far from home, this can be a lovely way to keep in touch, and so much more eloquantly than with twitter.  Here We all have the freedom to express ourselves with as much flowery nonsense as we can muster, not limited to:

“broken face, have to go to hospital on tuesday, see whether cheek bone in gum is normal”

But rather, I will tell you the whole rather pathetic and ridiculous story, which starts on a rainy day in Brest, as most “herstories” which will appear on this blog will do, in the car park of Geant casino supermarche.  Really living the French dream, working in Alcatel, going to the Geant cafeteria for lunch, before drudging ourselves back to the grey miserable building we call home from 8;30 to 5;30, to carry on with the daily grind.  This, one of many lunch options, on this day turned out to be particularly eventuful, as I slipped and fell over almost sideways.  Not an experienced fall though, it was a fall to end all falls, a fall that was over in a flash, and that ended with me whacking all 6ft 3 of me, with rucksack to boot, on the ground with most of the pressure curiously ending up on my poor old cheek.

So – after days of doctors, scanners, forms, and A and E experiences, I can say getting ill in France is okay – complicated, but okay as well as being wonderful for my language skills! In short – I am now waiting for tomorrow’s visit to the ORL – or the ENT doctor to see what he wants to do with me.  For now it seems, everything is normal, pain misery and cheebone in my gum.  – but according to the doctors – it is nothing to worry about as it has not yet pierced the skin – really bloody comforting – I can assure you!   They all seem more concerned about my eye bone – which is – to be fair – a little crushed and mushed too.  All waits on tomorrows visit.  Until then, at least I have a week off work, and in the end, my daily grind of drudge, is temporarily ended.

I have to concede, I am mildly concerned about the visit tomorrow – but I know if I need them my family will come in a jiffy, and I am surrounded by wonderful people doing everything they can to help me out.  Yesterday even took a visit to Jesus’ house – so times must be getting desperate -either that or my vie a la brestoise is getting more and more international!

That more or less concludes today’s blogging – and I hope that the loved ones felt it was a success – it was definitely done with the family and freinds in mind – facebook was getting far too frustrating – with word limits on statuses, and all and sundry commenting, so here it is – the new blog, the new post, presented to you guys with love and hugs and all there is to give.

p.s. I don’t even have a black eye – what kind of an unfair world is this….

a plus tard, mes amis xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx