A French Interview
1. How's the cat?
Sausage (a.k.a. Saucisse, she is bilingual after all)
Our cat is lovely. Lovely - lovly - loly - yeah right - just horrible.
But in a funny & masochistic kind of way we like her.
She is special.
No way to say this politely....
She pees. Everywhere.
Bags.
Coats.
Jumpers.
Papers.
Downies. (or quilts) (for those of you not in the know)
Flags.
Folders. (yes, do ask my students; a couple of years ago, they did get more than they bargained for. Literally.)
Jeans. (erm. no mentioning anyone there)
Feet. (Mine. Hubby's. Various friends' - all VERY exclusive of course...)
Even cardboard boxes are not exempt...
Ooh. And the scratching. - so many stories to tell, so little lines...Let's just say Saucisse has been known to play more than havoc with our friends...
But presently S is doing great. Followed by the greatest 'catpsychologist' (erm., me. I am useless. Booo).
- Behaviour improving. - Has not scratched visitors for 2 days. (it did scratch R earlier in the week).
- No peeing for 12 hours ("someone" let *inadvertently* the towel in the bathroom fall on the floor last night.
- What a shame. We could have broken a record. Of pee-free. Of course.- *they* will have to deal with it.)
- No gnawing. (worse than a rabbit we tell you!)
Life is sweet. (ammoniac-ed)(if there is such a word) (ha)
2. What was the thought process for setting up your company?
Well- it was the Dirty Harry approach : if I get them first *they* can't get me. Which was fine except I am not Dirty Harry.
At all.
But I will learn.
I WILL.
Be strong
Tough.
Nasty.
Especially when the going got tough in 2004.. but, hey -
I remained nice & played by the rules - & showed:
- I was no JR,
- & also *they* can't do what they like
- And
- I will prevail.
Mwaah ahh ahh! (er - Maybe.)
3. Scotland. Are you sure? Why?
3 words.
Ghosts.
Ness.
Whisky.
Oh and haggis.
4 words. hmm.
Kilts.
Ceilidhs.
Stone of destiny.(yes, fine, I am a sentimental old fool)
Boys.(hey, 15 years of Scotland: you DO have to celebrate somehow, and frankly, Big Brother 5-6 -7 did not tempt me. That much. At all.)
4. Why is the font on your site so much smaller all of a sudden? Should I take it personally?
Yes Anne, yes... Erm, wish I had some amazing explanation, but I am just incredibly appalling & inept with the old HTML or whatever it's called...Hence the small character. Ooh, & the photos I stole from you (from the rugby, yes, I admit it now...) were just too big to fit,
so I had to find a way... Hence the 75% characters. Soon to be back to normal. Maybe. If you're nice. Ha. Fat chance! ;-)
5. Describe your perfect day off.
Day.
Off.
Hum.
Weird concept.
However
- sleep in the morning
- sleep some more
- sunddenly wake up and remember that you don't really have to
- pick up Brat from school (10 minutes late).
- quick lunch @ Susan's Diner (come on, you don't actually expect me to get up before then..)
- Brat to get cake at the same time.- go to Traverse Theatre Bar for a cake (OK - and some white wine....)
- stay in the Traverse for food. Ha ha. (we're talking ideal, & child friendly, aren't we?)
- Ok fine, move to 'house'. (you have the toys, the computers and the books)
- call Hubby
- tell him you're safely home (Ha!)
- call your friends & have them round
- oooh, it's a crazy Friday- hum, that's it....
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3 Comments:
Excellent, merci madame.
As for the photos being too big and the font too small, I'll walk you through it if you want.
Oh and on Scotland. You forgot bagpipes, didn't you?
kiss kiss.
Oh and on Saucisse, she's not horrible, just terribly misunderstood. And I should know... ;)
mmmh-mmmh, misunderstood.... that's it.... (oh, all those hours of therapy - wasted I am telling you.... the cat almost deserves to write her own blog to miaow her misery to the world) (or not - on 2nd thought she would probably just pee)
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