That's right. Daisy went to meet Donald Duck at long last. However, i was cruelly shunned and denied my dream kodak moment. It was fairly brutal. But atleast he didnt slap me with his oversized 'wing' as he waddled off as he did to a nearby small french child.
Seriously.
Im not joking.
Donald got dirty.
After some much needed vintage shopping, macaroons, eating at 'HD Diner' off rue des archives TWICE, spotting Keira Knightley once and checking out some casual grèves Philly had to choo choo his way back to Monty-p......
But not before we spent an evening mixing with the 50s wannabe's of Paris at an Electro- Swing night at Le Bal.
Needless to say it didnt take too much to get me practising my swing moves on the dancefloor.....
Alas, i woke up the next day to a runny nose, cough and general demeanor that didnt exactly scream 'health'. Once again i have a cold, so the whole of Sunday poor Philly was forced to stay at home with me while i blew my way through almost a whole box of tissues and watched Fantastic Mr. Fox in bed- definately the best way to spend your Halloween......Oh and i can't afford any more medicine because i had to pay my rent. Nice.
Still waiting on Hard Rock to find out about my last interview with the manager's manager (since when did a manager have a manager?). It sounds like they may want me to be working weekends which unfortunately means i may have to miss out on Barcelona in 2 weeks for Blaisey's birthday :(.
Hopefully my 'calming presence and lovely smile' (they're words, not mine) will be enough to convince them id be better as a monday, wednesday, thursday kinda girl. We'll see.
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