Mother Goose quacks at IELTS

Mother Goose, a native English speaker and English teacher... only scored 80% on her English Proficiency test...  quite a laugh really, when a good friend, who hails from the far east, and whose English ability leaves much to be acquired, scored .5% less than Mama Quack...
Anyway.. exciting etc.. 

Mother Goose gets hitched

So fancy my amusement at finally, after all these years of quacking and querying, Mother Goose decides to get hitched, to a pretty decent boy-duck. The same boy-duck that has stuck around for about 7 years, while Mother Goose was trying to figure out just exactly what she wanted in life.
While she was looking for the glammar, and searching for "The One", she appeared to have stumbled upon a little treasure that turned out slightly more important than what she realised at the time.

And now, Mama Quack stands, with 2 weeks and 3 days lying ahead, in front of a precipice of sorts as she embarks on what is, probabably thus far anyway, the most important journey of her life.
The dress is sorted, the venue is booked, the menu has been given the thumbs up. Her To-Do list grows by the hour, as she keeps thinking of the little things that still need to be done. Ribbon for this, marmalade for that. Guestbook here, nail varnish on that. Its mad - but she continues, because she knows that time does not stand still for anyone, no matter how important they think (she thinks) they (she) are (is).

Not only is the greatness of what she's about to do, lying in her little pond, but she's about to jump to another pond, filled with other types of ducks and geese, and although her boy-duck goes with her, the nerves that are, lie and wait and manifest themselves in the form of carrot cake and pinotage wine.

6 Allee Marie Antoinette, Marnes la Coquette, Paris.

Mother Goose's first home.

Le Radio encore

It would appear that after several familiar visits to Le Cinq - with our usual - 1 x Hoegaarden and 1 x Kir Peche, The Real Mother Goose has become a familiar sound on the radio.
The usual locals ask for a chat over the wireless whenever the Goose is visiting. Usually about the football - or how she felt about her team losing.

Perhaps tomorrow, we'll chat about something else?

nah... I dont think so!

Apparently, size is no object

In the cafeteria

I love the French. Eating is not just about filling their stomachs. Meetings are scheduled so as to not interupt lunchtime. Time is taken... an hour... or more.... and deciding what to put on your lunchtime tray raises so many conflicts of choice... that often, the choice itself can take quite a while...

My favourite part of the hour / hour and a half long lunch episode, is the way everyone gathers at the end of cafeteria, around little cafe tables, and drink coffee...   As if they're meeting with the best of friends.
The lunch-hall is loud with laughter, and chatter, and if you didnt know better... one wouldnt think this was a place of work.

Stupid Roundabout.....

We climbed to the top of the Eiffel Tower - and saw this beautiful thing from the lookout point!