Three things

1. I've just spent the last 35 minutes teaching myself the Thriller dance (thank god for YouTube) so I can teach it to a class of 7 year olds tomorrow.

M thinks I've got no hope in hell getting them to do it. He thinks it will be too hard.
Bah!
I say - he hasn't seen me dance it yet - it's inspirational stuff. I got moves.
MJ would be proud. 


2. On Tuesday, I managed to make a french colleague spit her mouthful of coffee across the table we were sitting at when I made a rather large franglais blunder. We were discussing allergies for some reason, and in a brain-fart moment of epic proportions I said (in French): I'm allergic to preservatives in wine.
Except I used the word "préservatif" in french. 
Which means condoms. 
So I'd just told her that when I drink wine I have allergic reactions to condoms. Thus proving the correlation between alcohol and sexy times I guess.....
This type of goof is what we long suffering French students know is called a "faux ami" or a false friend, a word that sounds like something in English, but means something quite different. 
Either way - it was a huge faux pas and I was certainly the butt of a few jokes. 
The world should just take to calling condoms "frangers" like we do in Aus-stra-ya, and all such problems could be avoided. 




3. We are heading to Paris for the weekend with Hels and Tom which should be mucho grando fun times. 
We're hoping for nice weather so we can stroll outside and eat/drink & be merry, but there's no shortage of things to do inside should we get rain. 

I can teach everyone the Thriller dance for one thing ... 

Bon weekend 
xx 
B