Fetchez la vache!!!!!

Throughout the 7 months I have spent here, I have often thought how to describe what it's like speaking French, or "French", to French people. And, after much deliberation/ watching Monty Python and The Holy Grail, I feel the Python's have done a rather excellent job in summing up exactly what happens when we Brits and other foreigners attempt to speak French:

French Soldier: Un cadeau.
Other French soldiers: A what?
French Soldier: A present.
Other French soldiers: Oh, Un cadeau!
Other French soldiers: Oui oui.
French Soldier: Allons y!
Other French soldiers: What?
French Soldier: Let's go!
Other French soldiers: Oh.

*NB: Replace "French soldier" with me, say, or any other Brit, and "Other French soldiers" with actual  French people.

Also, how this is said in the film pretty much gives you an idea of how we sound when we speak French:
"I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?"

If you have not seen the film, FOR SHAME! Go, buy or download it now, watch it, then come back and read my blog.

Anyway, joking aside, there is a point to all of this. As of Friday 1st April, I shall be leaving Poitiers. Not forever, as I must return in early May for exams (cheers, Poitiers), but I am leaving a wee bit early due to some much needed resbite. So, I am reflecting. Also, it is 05h30, I'm halfway through packing my suitcase and am only awake because I decided to have coffee and noodles just after 3h this morning. Clever Lauren and you're smart decisions.

It feels very strange to be packing again, because this time I have 20kg hold luggage and my 10kg hand luggage and have given the notice for my room - so this is the big move back. And all over again, I feel like I'm leaving behind so much, I can't decide what to bring, only this time it's not like if I come back here my things will be waiting for me - once I move out, that's it. It's the end of the first chapter of my new, independent life. And I am REALLY gonna miss living on my own. But fear not, as Nadia, my Irish pal from Glasgow Uni, and I have decided to flat share in Glasgow next year - YALDI. It will be a bachelorette lair of which the likes Glasgow will have never seen before. Or just us getting drunk, talking shite, pretending to study languages and being poor for a year.

Anyway, over the next few days I am going to try and update as often as possible with any little happenings etc before my depature. Last Saturday I went out with the usual crowd to Est-Ouest, and it was fairly uneventful, apart from Anna teaching Katrin and I a valuable lesson about how chocolate must always be available when you are sad, nearly being shot in the face with a champagne cork (Thanks, Katrin :P) and that rose, rose champagne and sangria are not our friends. Or shots of vodka, for that matter. I also believe I was invited to a James Blunt concert and may have said yes... Anyway...

The weather here is still AMAZING, reaching 24 degrees the other day. Suck on that! I'd wear shorts if I didn't hate my legs so much/could be bothered shaving them more often. Hey, noone sees my legs, why do they need to be smoothy smooth everyday? Course, I realise that makes me sound like a human yeti, which isn't what I mean. Why do I need to defend this? Shut up.

On that slightly mad and irrelevant note, I shall leave you with more encouraging words from Monty Python :)

" I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"

Now, go away or I shall taunt you a second time. :|

Quotes Copyright © "Monty Python and the Holy Grail", 1975. (Seriously, get it watched.)