Briefly back in England

So it looks like my year abroad really is happening - today I made the frightening step of booking the Eurostar for Wednesday 28th September (at the very reasonable price of £38). Haven't quite mustered up the determination required to book the ticket from Paris to Montargis so far, so may well end up stuck in Paris, but let's face it, there are worse places to be stranded.

My incredible run of organisation didn't end there though, oh no. I've also finally filled in my year abroad insurance request form - only about 16 days after the final deadline. Oops. Hoping that was just meant to be a guideline. Or failing that, that nothing terrible happens to me in the first 16 days. I'm still haunted by the language department's disturbingly cheerful list of alliterative incidents that may befall us (assaulted in Avignon, raped in Rabat, burgled in Brussels, flooded in Florence...) and perhaps even more concerned about the numerous unpleasant things beginning with 'm' awaiting me in Montargis (mugging? murder? er... mail bombing?) OK maybe not as numerous as that, but M's probably still probably not my first choice of letter.

I've also kindly been furnished with a French Survival kit as a present from Pete, including such necessities as:

Modelling the French Survival kit

- Onion
- Beret
- Guide to French cheese
- Union Jack
- Signed cricket bat
- Book of rude French
- Photo of my friends (so I don't forget what they look like)
- And of course my lovely photo book from Charlie
In fact I'm starting to think I should turn 21/move to France more often because it's clearly brought out the best in my friends! So thanks guys (Rosie and Katie too but I'm leaving yours in England), going to miss you lots!

Anyway sorry for that emotional interlude. Going to leave you with this video which gives a pretty accurate and somewhat embarrassing portrayal of how I sounded for the first 24 hours or so after getting back from France. Is this just me?