petite anglaise

August 9, 2004

lady of the manor

Filed under: misc — petiteanglaiseparis @ 8:16 pm

Mr Frog, if you are reading, can you check out this link and see if you object to my applying for the position mentioned therein? I quite fancy myself as Lady of the Château, provided it comes with a cellar full of claret and a butler. And someone to do the ironing. And washing up. And …

Apologies. Getting a bit carried away.

August 8, 2004

with scraps please

Filed under: missing blighty — petiteanglaiseparis @ 2:11 pm

Will be airborne in a couple of hours with screaming, wriggling toddler strapped to me and fellow passengers wishing that BMI baby provided complimentary earplugs.

However, it will all be worth it when I get to my destination and unwrap my fish, chips, mushy peas and scraps. ‘Scraps’ would appear to be a Northern delicacy only, as when I lived south of Watford, no-one I met was willing to believe that eating fish shop cupboard scrapings was legal. Southerners have some far stranger practices of their own: curry sauce on the chips, and mushy peas which are the wrong colour (not nearly fluorescent enough). I used to bring the odd can of Bachelors ‘chip shop style’ mushy peas over in my hand luggage, but I have to say that crispy, skinny little French fries just don’t do them justice.

Aahh. I can almost smell them already.

Or maybe the Tadple needs a nappy change?

NB – this bizarre spellchecker integrated into blogger just tried to replace ‘earplugs’ with ‘warbles’? What is a ‘warble’ when it’s at home?

August 7, 2004

english tongues

Filed under: Uncategorized — petiteanglaiseparis @ 9:16 pm

I feel I must share this small ad found in the fusac (France USA contacts) magazine:

Wanted section, page 40:

Frenchman with depression living with his cousin seeks English tongue people for English afternoon session 15€, no previous experience needed, non homophobic people welcome.

August 6, 2004

madame moustique

Filed under: city of light — petiteanglaiseparis @ 2:48 pm

Must start a moblog…

…if only to show you the size of the mosquito bite on my heel – sustained while minding my own business on the metro on the way to work this morning.


And now the one on my hand from yesterday’s journey is itching again too.

*scratch scratch*

The line 7bis metro runs in a little loop around the Buttes Chaumont park. Once upon a time, fact fans, this area used to be a quarry, so the metro tunnels here are deeper underground than elsewhere in Paris. It’s cool and moist and local mosquitoes love it (and me), so I am plagued all year round.

Evidently they have mutated into an especially evil breed equipped with razor-sharp proboscises. I can see no other explanation for how Madame Moustique (know your enemy: the female sucks blood, the male eats plants) managed to bore through the skin on my heel. Let’s just say a pedicure wouldn’t go amiss, so she must have been motivated.

So, if you are planning a trip to Paris, don’t forget to pack one of these. I’m told there are alternative uses, so you are unlikely to regret this purchase.


Word of the day – proboscises. I’ve not seen that word on a blog in absolutely ages.
Had to look it up, in fact. I’m pleased to report that I have a rather fine proboscises myself (according to one definition on

Thierry Henry!
Tim | Email | Homepage | 08.07.04 – 12:45 pm | #


Was plague by mozzies on holiday and scared to death of getting malaria (got legionnaire’s disease instead, but that’s another story). Now it’s the bloody wasps!

Good bloggage btw.
backroads | Email | Homepage | 08.08.04 – 9:39 am | #


merci bcp!
petite anglaise | Email | Homepage | 08.08.04 – 11:06 pm | #


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