Mr. Plow, that's my name...

It's that time of year again :D And Poitiers is rife with excitement. It has also grinded to somewhat of a halt due to the snow. Like England, a nationwide panic has ensued, unlike us in the north who are like "Get a shovel n yer wellies, right?" None a this hinging aboot nonsense. Still, it makes everything seem a little more wonderful and Christmassy! They've even got little huts selling funny little things n cool scarves and playing Christmas music! Though the animatronics at Monoprix leave much to be desired:



French snow from my window :)

Still, it doesn't compare to the snow that's apparently hit Britain. Headlines such as "Arctic blanket over Britain" and "UK grinds to a halt due to snow" have been in the English news recently, whereas STV takes a more docile approach, with headlines such as "45ft whale washed up on remote beach in Sutherland" and "Is it snowing yet? Watch live picture's from STV's snowcam". You know, amidst all the murders, stabbings etc. And the snow here doesn't amount to much either. Too powdery, there's no substances. It's the not the type of snow I could, say, make into a snow seat/toilet, or throw at your face. Because that's what we like to do in Scotland...

The view from my window at home :)

I also went on a soup making endeavour for the first time, and it worked! Chicken and rice soup FTW!! And a nice lentil chorizo thingy too :) I was proud. So Hannah Grello and I shared our feast and had a bottle of red (which was kinda boak) and looked at some disgusting pictures, such as tapeworms, and really horrible eye infections. That's how ladies spend their time these days!

Renaud and I are taking a banter to Angouleme at the weekend, weather permitting, so he can receive his diploma thing. However, due to the increase in snow, I am wondering what I have in my wardrobe that will not lead to imminent hypothermia and his mum fussing over me while I get ill again and annoy them with my cough. Also, on a update of Renaud's unnatural sleeping habits, we have now had him literally rolling over me, thinking I was just a odd piece of mattress, singing Ray Charles "I got a woman" (the original before "Golddigger") in his sleep - he hummed most of it then went "OH, I GOT A WOMMMANNNN!" really loudly, then rolled over snoring - and more talking in his sleep about nothing.I get the feeling there are those of you (Probably Scottish folk) Who do not believe the Frenchman exists, because he is just all kinds of bizarre.


 I also woke up at 7h35 the other day and told him "it's 25 to 8, you can sleep for another hour". Instead, he heard "It's 25 past 8, and I'm getting up for a shower". A cup of tea and a facebook update later, he jumps out of bed like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY AREN'T YOU IN A SHOWER?!" After getting pretty miffed at being woken up so early, but content at the thought of another hours sleep, I continued to ruin his morning by screaming "LOOK AT THE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!" at him. Needless to say, he didn't care. Sometimes I think he think's I'm just crazy and I just say words.

Pretty accurate description, really.