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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:54:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was standing in the queue for passport control at Marrakech airport when my mobile phone started to purr in my pocket. &#8220;Sorry, can&#8217;t meet you for dinner tonight. Reservation problem.&#8221; Mr Frog I felt like a balloon, slowly deflating. My first day. Out of the aeroplane not five minutes, and already some bad news. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=721&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>holiday</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:02:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Are you sure it won&#8217;t be too weird, me meeting you and your friends for dinner in Marrakech?&#8221; I say, between forkfuls of crispy pancake. Mr Frog and I are having lunch at the Vietnamese restaurant tucked behind the Café Chéri(e) on boulevard de la Villette. Tiny and unassuming, it is nonetheless jam packed, and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=708&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>sleeping with ghosts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 May 2006 09:15:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think we both knew, or at least suspected, from the moment we agreed he should come to Paris and see the concert with me, that no-one would really be sleeping in the spare room. However ill-advised it might seem, in theory, to see the person who had cast me adrift only two months previously, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=482&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>one-upmanship</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 19:56:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mr Frog and I sit in comfortable silence, devouring our Chinese takeaway. Tadpole lies sleeping in the next room. Finding myself at a loose end on my night off, I slipped across the road for a chat. Inevitably, he and I start comparing Tadpole anecdotes, as we are wont to do. We generally end up [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=458&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>downsizing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 11:27:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Easing my hand gently out from where it had been lodged &#8211; between someone&#8217;s left buttock and a standard issue French teenager&#8217;s Eastpak rucksack &#8211; I glanced tensely at my watch. The métro was taking an eternity to leave each station, the doors failing to close on the tightly packed mass of commuters and student [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=430&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>eleven days later</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:17:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I find it incredibly frustrating not knowing what is going through his mind &#8211; even if recent events proved rather forcefully that I knew at lot less about the contents of his head than I could possibly imagine, when we were together. In my mind&#8217;s eye, I picture him delivering the news to his parents, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=428&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>confetti</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2006/03/09/confetti/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Mar 2006 15:12:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was tempted to name my last post &#8220;epitaph&#8221;. A part of me had been brutally severed. My hopes, my dreams now lay smouldering on a pyre. It seemed fitting. When I typed those brave-faced words, they were an expression of how I wanted to feel, a few days or weeks or months from now. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=415&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>epilogue</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2006/03/06/epilogue/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 20:34:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Before we had ever met, we exchanged long, revealing emails, Lover and I. He thrilled me with his words; they drew me to him. There is, to me, a pleasing symmetry in the fact that after trying, but failing, to speak on the phone through his tears and my wails, we took our leave by [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=411&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>salve</title>
		<link>http://petiteanglaise.com/2006/03/05/remedy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 20:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just when I was starting to wonder where on earth they had got to, I heard a persistent tapping at the front door, at toddler level. I dabbed frantically at my eyes and checked my face in the mirror, not wanting to alarm Tadpole with my blotchy, puffy face. As the door swung open, I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=409&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>haunted</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 10:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember saying to him, only the other day, that I rarely dream about the people who are most important to me. Only once or twice have I seen Tadpole in my dreams, and never once &#8211; that I could recall afterwards &#8211; did I see Lover. Once a person has gone, it&#8217;s a different [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=petiteanglaise.com&amp;blog=14262311&amp;post=408&amp;subd=petiteanglaise&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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