Home Sweet Home

Paris is a breath-taking city and certainly lives up to expectations. So many things to see and do, the only thing I faulted it on was the fact that the word vegetarian was greeted with raised eyebrows. If you are vegetarian and want to eat in the non-tourist sections, ie where the locals for go meals prepare for the fact that a salad may consist of lettuce, chopped cucumber and tomatoes. Now , considering I had a limited amount of time there and didn't get a chance to get out every restuarent, perhaps it was just the ones I dined in. Then again, I am also a traditionalist when it comes to food and splendid things the french do with food was wasted on me.

The course was fairly full on for the 2 and half days we had it for, it will probably make more sense once we start developing the product. I arrived back into the airport on Friday night and the place was packed. I finally managed to locate Mammy2 and the kid squished between lots of people, complete with a bag of Tayto, they know me too well.

We gave my boss a lift home as we were passing by his house and for the next 2 hours my ears were assaulted by the kid filling me on exactly what she got up to whilst I was gone. It looked like I was going to get a minute by minute account. She apparently came out to the kids in school about us and they think its 'whopper'. Who knows what this means, except that its a step from their favourite expression "that's knacker". I was quite surprised she mentioned us, but there had been a conversation about parents and she wanted to set the record straight. No pun intended. In one of her classes, she was asked to fill in a questionaire about her parents and she said she just left it. Its odd how she can talk to frankly about being an orphan, no drama, no crying, she just deals with it.
She was telling us about one of her teachers was very funny. There is a girl from Niger or Nigeria, I'm unsure which, and the teacher asked her if they had to walk miles to the local school, to which the girl replied that she got the bus. The kid thought this was hilarious.

I think she's nearing the end of therapy, well in her head, whether or not Solas think so is another thing. She's been going for nearly 9 months now which is longer then we ever thought she'd stick at it for. She seems so much more grounded and happy in herself these days. Thank god.

The RTE woman rang at the weekend wanting to know if she could drop around and film some stuff on Thursday. Needless to say we said no. We still don't know the name of the program, how long it is, what angle they are taking etc. We have a meeting with the director tonight after Solas and we can thrash out some details. I'm not sure what she's thinking, but we are not about to invite cameras into our home and not have a clue what the program is about. I shall keep you posted as I am sure you will be riveted to your seats.

Another week to go before we can do a test, I have a good feeling about this attempt, not to put pressure on myself or anythings. Its funny because you are trying to act like its any other week, but in the back of your mind you are keeping an eye on your body's reactions to different things, or for any sign of PMT. Its going to be a fun one.