The rest of my stay with the grandparents wasn't too uneventful, except that I was forced to wear a cardigan and given money to go buy warm socks. Which match.
Which is a lovely segue into the seven deadly sins of the French Grandparents.
They go as follows...
1) Thou shalt not be damp, neither in terms of wet or personality. (Dampness)
2) Thou should never be hungry, as it is an unnatural state which comes from the devil and not eating slowly enough. (Hunger)
3) Thou shalt repress grumpiness and diva-like behavior at all costs. (Grumpiness)
4) Thou shalt not be bored. Bored people be-ith boring. (Boredom)
5) Thou shalt not be inactive, elsewise one will die an early death. (Inactivity)
6) Tired people shall be sent to bed. (Fatigue)
7) Thou shalt not be serious. An incomplete sentence is one without a joke.
Such is life amongst the cardigan police.
Today was my last day of my first semester of university courses. Nowhere but up (and exams) to go!
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