My Dad arrived in Paris from Portugal today. Tomorrow he is going to Strasbourg for my sister's birthday party. He is using blablacar... probably inspired by my blog #20. I am using the SNCF on one of those rare days they are not striking (see blog #19) so will get there in the afternoon.
Following a shamanic experience inspired by my daughter, my dad is not eating porc (no idea why) and avoiding alcohol. So today's dinner was :
Following a shamanic experience inspired by my daughter, my dad is not eating porc (no idea why) and avoiding alcohol. So today's dinner was :
- Whisky écossais (double dose pour compenser papa)
- Filet de bar aux tomates et poivrons
- Riz basmati
- Haricots verts à l'étuvé
- Moshi au thé vert
I was going to mention cheese, but then realised I would get in trouble with my mother for having 2 proteins in one meal. So no cheese... Promise!
My (little) sister reached (on the 16th of May) one of those big birthdays with a 0 on the end. I won't mention the first figure as I'm actually older than her and I don't want my younger readers to realise how old and disconnected I am from their concerns (i.e.: how to make the best selfie, what will my FB friends think of my latest post and what's the coolest series on Netflix) . For all you parents struggling out there with the fact that your children seem to hate each other I want to reassure you : In spite of the fact that my sister was extremely annoying when she was younger, now that she can ski properly, play passable tennis and can help me with my back problems I am very happy to be with her to welcome her into the next half century (ooops!).
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