tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521Tue, 01 May 2012 18:22:57 +0000Writerl'amourBridezillaWorking PrincessebletherMemoriesGeekFrancescunneredCrazy Cat LadyParty PrincesseScotlandbaby princessemiscFrenchCringeFamily MattersBusiness woman Princesseclumsy girlzzz...Pensive PrincesseFPismsmissing homesickTeaching Princesseprincesse-ismsWee OnesLife Happensoffice girlSnippets of my life...http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)Blogger291125princessecossaisehttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-4289120237752177168Mon, 19 Mar 2012 13:40:00 +00002012-03-19T15:26:11.541+01:00Life HappensIt's been over a year since I last updated La Belle Saison. I feel so sad that I stopped writing! Over the past year there were times when I thought I would come back and update ye trusty old blog but I never did because a) I've no doubt lost any readers I was lucky enough to have in the first place and b) I've left it too long now and there'll just be a massive gap in the archives where http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/e2_PVFPjw-Y/back-for-good.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)13<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=e2_PVFPjw-Y:7tzGxfTycHc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=e2_PVFPjw-Y:7tzGxfTycHc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2012/03/back-for-good.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-6219227550633426804Mon, 28 Feb 2011 22:43:00 +00002011-03-01T00:55:50.851+01:00Teaching PrincesseLife HappensWee OnesWorking Princesse"Jean, sit down. No Klara, you can not have a sweetie yet. We have one at the end of the lesson, remember? And only if...?""Only if we've been good.""Well done, good girl Klara. Camille, what's wrong, why are you crying?""I don't want to sit beside Jeaaaannn!""Well that's not very nice, is it?""He farted and it smells bad!""Jean, go and sit over there please. Yes, beside Alexandra, that's it.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/7Z8uOEGwoT8/all-in-days-work.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=7Z8uOEGwoT8:rwlA2WbHhcs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=7Z8uOEGwoT8:rwlA2WbHhcs:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-in-days-work.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-3545006350760921748Fri, 25 Feb 2011 09:27:00 +00002011-02-25T11:49:57.252+01:00Life HappensCrazy Cat LadyBoxes, boxes everywhere! I can't move for boxes. The cat disappears for hours at a time, sleeping in each of the boxes, trying them all out to see which one he deems the best. And when we call him to come and get his toenails cut he plays tig and hide and seek with us, jumping over 5 boxes at a time and hiding in the furthest away.This morning I was making my way to my desk with my first mug ofhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/LdqqB2LKM18/boxes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=LdqqB2LKM18:wmBADMV12YY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=LdqqB2LKM18:wmBADMV12YY:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2011/02/boxes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-7861697865280355741Fri, 25 Feb 2011 08:36:00 +00002011-02-25T10:12:57.532+01:00clumsy girlscunneredbletherErm...this is awkward but...Is there anybody out there? Probably not. It's been so long since I've written. So long in fact that I forgot to pay to renew my domain name and now find that some eejit has bought it and turned it into a massive advert for phentermine! I mean, I ask you...Of all the things! Phentermine! I don't even know what phentermine is but I do know that I now hate it http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/mli_HTRhPj8/is-there-anybody-out-there.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)13<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=mli_HTRhPj8:80jXZJbTUIg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=mli_HTRhPj8:80jXZJbTUIg:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-there-anybody-out-there.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-874242682961968139Fri, 01 Oct 2010 18:34:00 +00002010-10-01T20:50:20.029+02:00bletherIt's raining right now. Pouring, actually. I'm sitting at my desk, which is right in front of a big bay window and I'm watching the droplets of rain-water hit the glass before racing each other down the window pane. I love rain. I love being inside in a warm, cosy house, dry and safe from the wet and the cold. I adore listening to the rain hitting the window, the cars driving down below on http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/kPsMLeZBJGg/rain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=kPsMLeZBJGg:maiLb4Nh7B8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=kPsMLeZBJGg:maiLb4Nh7B8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-7834595099523694990Tue, 28 Sep 2010 16:34:00 +00002010-09-28T20:10:06.264+02:00BridezillaWorking PrincesseBusiness woman PrincesseI know what you're thinking! Here she is again, writing a blog post after a long absence full of the same excuses as to why there has been a long absence...Well... yes, I am!Actually, I feel I shouldn't really be writing here. I don't deserve to have a blog anymore after leaving it abandoned in the blogosphere for over 2 months. And with things about to become even more hectic in my life, I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/LkANsae8FkY/resurrection.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=LkANsae8FkY:rFYxwNEkkHE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=LkANsae8FkY:rFYxwNEkkHE:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/09/resurrection.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-337830003059153547Sun, 18 Jul 2010 07:21:00 +00002010-07-18T09:33:22.025+02:00Family MattersText Message Received :From: MumLins, just checked ur blog. Hurry up & upd8 it, u haven't written in a month!!! XText Message Received : From: MumWhere has my online reading material gone? Upd8 ur blog! XText Message Received :From : DadUr mum wants u 2 update ur blog. She's driving me insane.Text Message Received : From: Mum I miss ur blog! Time to do an entry about the wedding here. Xhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/tI6WYhzacW4/text-messages.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=tI6WYhzacW4:Xlor5MILXmc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=tI6WYhzacW4:Xlor5MILXmc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/07/text-messages.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-5666627147800536Tue, 15 Jun 2010 05:42:00 +00002010-06-15T09:06:10.722+02:00Bridezillal'amourSorry I've had absolutely no time to write, things have never been this crazy (in a good way) but I just wanted to let you all know that...We did it!And this Saturday is the big one...our traditional Scottish wedding!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/knAECK8cLlE/we-did-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=knAECK8cLlE:eJztt646K-k:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=knAECK8cLlE:eJztt646K-k:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-did-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-5227322814952244950Sat, 08 May 2010 06:55:00 +00002010-05-08T09:32:53.668+02:00BridezillaAs the wedding days are fast approaching (4 weeks until the French one and 6 weeks until the Scottish one) FP and I are spending most of our time running around like headless chickens, juggling my business (all of a sudden I've got a wee boom of new clients who are panicking about their upcoming English exams) and preparations for the weddings, so I don't have a lot of time to write. But the runhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/k45h2duKBaQ/people-we-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=k45h2duKBaQ:oUHdgrc-cSI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=k45h2duKBaQ:oUHdgrc-cSI:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/05/people-we-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-4232897183136651449Tue, 27 Apr 2010 15:01:00 +00002010-04-27T18:18:01.510+02:00Cringeprincesse-ismsclumsy girlWorking PrincesseSitting across from me at the table, nervously picking at her fingernails, was my newest client, Ramona. A very pretty woman in her 30's and originally hailing from somewhere in the South of France, she had come alone to my apartment for our linguistic assessment meeting.One of the things I offer my students is a free 45-60 minute session which I call a 'linguistic assessment' before they commithttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/nkMy-SMBp6M/occupational-hazard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=nkMy-SMBp6M:U63nQvqFOhI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=nkMy-SMBp6M:U63nQvqFOhI:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/04/occupational-hazard.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-3630877110602580734Mon, 26 Apr 2010 07:47:00 +00002010-04-26T10:56:32.969+02:00bletherFamily MattersI was lying on a sun lounger, my top rolled up to reveal my blinding white tummy and feeling my skin begin to bake. Beside me, FP was topless and reading a car magazine while his mum was sitting at the garden table painting quietly in the shade.After being at a loss of what to do this weekend, FP and I decided to go on a wee weekend trip to his parent's house (who live only half an hour away http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/XAFb1fyfps4/angry-clown.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=XAFb1fyfps4:U3TPgqGytWk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=XAFb1fyfps4:U3TPgqGytWk:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/04/angry-clown.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-7692357539048876977Wed, 21 Apr 2010 14:49:00 +00002010-04-21T16:51:04.978+02:00Pensive PrincessesickToday marks 2 years officially free from TB!Two years ago this week I was finally discharged from the hospital where I was treated for the previous 4 years. I know some of you may think I go on about this too much, but it really left its mark on me and it feels encouraging to be able to celebrate another year free. With each year that passes I imagine I will begin to feel less and less scared http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/MhLJ84yG7_c/2-years.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)15<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=MhLJ84yG7_c:SjbwVTiAH9I:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=MhLJ84yG7_c:SjbwVTiAH9I:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-years.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-8148401021230398933Tue, 20 Apr 2010 14:11:00 +00002010-04-20T16:55:23.271+02:00CringeBridezillaMemoriesParty PrincesseMy Two AMAZING hen nights in London!My best and oldest friend Zannie had planned a surprise weekend away in London with her mum and 2 sisters - my mum was supposed to come but couldn't make it in the end - who are like my extended family. It was an ideal set up and, despite not having a clue about the trip until a week in advance, when I did find out, I knew it was going to be 3 of the most http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/sCNaYYTHQGg/ohmigod-you-guys-ohmigod.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=sCNaYYTHQGg:E_YVROkQMf4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=sCNaYYTHQGg:E_YVROkQMf4:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohmigod-you-guys-ohmigod.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-5908452181801335250Tue, 20 Apr 2010 12:26:00 +00002010-04-20T16:07:03.105+02:00bletherWell, it's been another month since I've written and I'm officially very ashamed of myself. My excuse this time is that I've been so busy with my wee business that any free time I've had I've spent sprawled out on the sofa begging FP to bring me cups of tea and inspiration for my next lesson plans (TEFL teachers I'm sure you know what I mean!). I have also come to the conclusion that facebook http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/xKhGl8sICLI/wee-bit-of-blether-for-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=xKhGl8sICLI:GbmHTv69_Qk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=xKhGl8sICLI:GbmHTv69_Qk:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/04/wee-bit-of-blether-for-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-6900317809199375484Sat, 20 Mar 2010 19:47:00 +00002010-03-20T20:53:53.476+01:00BridezillabletherWorking PrincesseWell! This has definitely been the longest silence I've ever let this blog suffer from. And for that I am sorry - particularly to those lovely readers who have e-mailed me out of concern. Rather a lot has been going on since January, you see, leaving me with little time or energy to think about writing. But every time I catch up with YOUR blogs, I find myself missing La Belle Saison and my http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/rRAgCpKeYz4/silence-broken.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)11<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=rRAgCpKeYz4:DY5TJ93MUnY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=rRAgCpKeYz4:DY5TJ93MUnY:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/03/silence-broken.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-8870069434595075261Sat, 09 Jan 2010 20:49:00 +00002010-01-09T22:18:25.509+01:00CringeWe stand in the middle of the living room, FP and I, carefully and politely unwrapping our christmas gifts from his parents. We are surrounded by FP's family; his aunties and uncles and his parents eagerly watching our faces as we discover what's beneath the shiny, festive wrapping paper. I hate this part : I hate feeling the pressure of having to act a certain way when I see what the present http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/B5Xv1qkLGHA/mistaken-identity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)13<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=B5Xv1qkLGHA:iwpAQoaNW2k:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=B5Xv1qkLGHA:iwpAQoaNW2k:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/01/mistaken-identity.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-4037495739935311110Fri, 08 Jan 2010 09:18:00 +00002010-01-08T10:39:53.578+01:00FranceScotlandbletherThe following is an overheard conversation on the plane during take-off between a Scottish mother and her young bilingual, Franco-Ecossaise daughter."Ooh look maman," the little girl said, pointing out the small airplane window. "C'est la Seine!"A supressed chortle from the mother. "No, honey, that's the River Clyde.""What's the difference?""Well, one is in Glasgow and the other is in Paris."http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/-IqoM8s5YQs/big-river.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=-IqoM8s5YQs:OLMqJPhUV7c:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=-IqoM8s5YQs:OLMqJPhUV7c:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-river.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-3241984492451626325Thu, 07 Jan 2010 15:01:00 +00002010-01-07T17:43:15.593+01:00missing homeBridezillaMemoriesbaby princesseFamily MattersIt's a surreal and terribly moving moment when you see your oldest friend get married.I can recall so many sleepovers where Zannie and I - from the ages of 6 and upwards - would imagine what our future husbands would be like. At the time of Take That (the first time around), we thought she would be married off to Robbie Williams and that my husband would be Mark Owen. Funnily enough, we http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/lVKEHmiEL5A/zannie-and-venzos-wedding.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=lVKEHmiEL5A:nLQny4wCeoo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=lVKEHmiEL5A:nLQny4wCeoo:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2010/01/zannie-and-venzos-wedding.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-1929888372302191559Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:53:00 +00002009-12-15T01:01:00.291+01:00bletherI was lying in bed, my back to FP, breathing in the scent of the freshly changed sheets. He wrapped his arms around me, forming a cocoon of welcome warmth that only sharing body heat on a freezing cold night in a draughty, old apartment in Versailles when the heating hasn't been on all day can create."You know when I changed the bedsheets earlier?" FP said into the darkness."Mmm?" I rolled overhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/-MNu1ociueY/de-socking.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=-MNu1ociueY:PjVn9Naz8TQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=-MNu1ociueY:PjVn9Naz8TQ:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-socking.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-4021508830738443847Fri, 11 Dec 2009 08:54:00 +00002009-12-11T12:40:48.705+01:00miscOk, so I know it's been a long time since I updated my blog. So lengthy my silence has been that even my own mother phoned me up yesterday to ask me when I was going to provide the next instalment of my life. "Sorry, mum," I sighed down the phone. "I've been pretty busy this past month." She tutted back at me, giving me the distinct feeling she was telling me off and sending my memory into http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/3TlBr08zXrI/past-month-and-half.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=3TlBr08zXrI:hkTIHMAUE70:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=3TlBr08zXrI:hkTIHMAUE70:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-month-and-half.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-7088224607783818607Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:54:00 +00002009-10-24T00:20:19.753+02:00Scotlandl'amourWhen I finally got to Scotland, one of the first things I wanted to do was to meet Indigo's five and a half month old baby boy. Indigo, my best friend from university, gave birth at the end of April and I just missed meeting the wee one by a month and a half (the last time I'd been home was early March) and so after all those months of insisting Indigo send me photo after photo, I finally got tohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/AZR7EkoNdDc/broody-much.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=AZR7EkoNdDc:r7lbiwvEv7s:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=AZR7EkoNdDc:r7lbiwvEv7s:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/10/broody-much.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-4828570872043735676Thu, 22 Oct 2009 08:12:00 +00002009-10-22T12:17:30.901+02:00ScotlandParty PrincesseFamily MattersComing back after a holiday in Scotland, I always feel the need for another holiday. FP and I did so much in the two weeks that we were staying at my parent's house in the North of Glasgow that there was not one single day where we actually got to relax as such. By the end of the holiday we were so exhausted that we were going to bed at 10pm and stressing over the idea of having to drive 10 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/GHEOMc8Ezk0/road-trip.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=GHEOMc8Ezk0:VbmkFr_CR2o:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=GHEOMc8Ezk0:VbmkFr_CR2o:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-5296048430518929419Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:05:00 +00002009-10-09T11:15:45.721+02:00ScotlandBridezillabletherPlease excuse my disappearing act, folks! FP and I are in Scotland having a blast, catching up with all our special people who live over this way and making the most of our time here. We're also using this holiday to get a move on with the wedding plans, (FP has bought his kilt and I have bought my dress! Oh the excitement!) which is more fun than I could ever imagine. Roll on next June!http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/Yuy9RRj5OeA/absent.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=Yuy9RRj5OeA:IV3NmvzNb38:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=Yuy9RRj5OeA:IV3NmvzNb38:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/10/absent.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-5776938584584982722Mon, 14 Sep 2009 13:19:00 +00002009-09-14T18:08:57.374+02:00CringescunneredWorking PrincesseI believe that the act of long queuing brings out the wild animal in many people. They push and shove and cheat and skip the line. By the time they arrive at the front of the queue they don't want to wait a moment longer and sometimes, as a cashier at the Chateau, you find yourself with two different people waving money in your face, saying 'I was first', 'no, I was'. It would be quite comicalhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/vm7mH8jm8MU/baw-bag.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)19<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=vm7mH8jm8MU:DRmnwSv1ftY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=vm7mH8jm8MU:DRmnwSv1ftY:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/09/baw-bag.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242707985769184521.post-2782307302686964520Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:01:00 +00002009-09-11T18:28:11.132+02:00Crazy Cat LadyWhile FP and I had been in La Rochelle, FP's parents had, very kindly, been keeping the cat at their house. The day I arrived to pick him up, Mr FP told me he was glad to get rid of him."Ah bon?!" I asked, wondering what Ollie could have done to upset him so."Oui," Mr FP nodded. "He's won the award for being the biggest trou du cul."Oh-oh. Ollie, admittedly, is not a well behaved cat. He tips http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/princessecossaise/~3/qyP_9E0Mxl0/trou-du-cul.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Princesse Ecossaise)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=qyP_9E0Mxl0:rP0pTWiX9LE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?a=qyP_9E0Mxl0:rP0pTWiX9LE:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/princessecossaise?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> </div>http://princesseecossaise.blogspot.com/2009/09/trou-du-cul.html