Homeward Bound

Paul's ongoing sinusitis saga has failed to cease, even after the painful decision to give up the cigs. We're going home on the 2nd April so that he can have an operation to remove his face... or something similar - I wasn't really listening. Anyway, it's cost an extra fucking 30€ to check-in a musical instrument (Nicole's coming back with us), so if there's so much as a scratch on any of her keys I'm gonna kick some Thomson Airline ass.

Smuggling Tortoises

Paul managed to sneak a tortoise back from Morocco. Ilegal? Probably, but then so is harbouring an endangered Sumatran ape. Ruth spent an insane amount of money on a proper vivarium and all this UV shit. I've been for the odd sunbathe.

Maroc

I felt like I needed a break, so I used my salary from the schools to take Paul and Ruth on a cheap last minute holiday to Morocco.

Our hotel:

Marrakesh Town Centre

We hired a car and drove into the mountains.

...and look what we found:

My tan has already faded in the icy Parisian weather. Pretty depressing.

Go Sport!

Having officially given up smoking (gasp!) for over two months now, Paul has decided that we need to do more healthy shit than just boozing and watching wildlife documentaries on France5. We've started swimming and he bought us this big fucker, which takes up half of the bedroom:

Le singe paresseux

What has become of my lovely website? Basically, when I moved out of the squat I forgot my camera's docking bay and it costs 75€ to replace it (so I can't charge the bastard). Also, I'm stealing wireless internet from one of the local French fools (hence the laptop being right by the window), and sometimes it's a little temperamental and shitty.

Déménagement

Growing tired of shitty Russian landlords, I moved out of the squat in the 14th Arrondissement. My new apartment is far classier, and the return of my original deposit enabled me to buy an expensive piano. I call her Nicole.