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L. and Giraffe joined me for brunch this morning at Le Fumoir. As Giraffe is leaving for Sweden soon, it was fun because the chef at Fumoir is swedish and all we were having was “local” cuisine. Pictorial advice is here.

That egg Benedict that L had was… like a ray of sunlight on a warm winter morning. We discussed moving, shopping and of course, boys.

Over on Facebook, one of Amara’s posts made me think about the summer I’ve just spent and the conclusions I’ve come to about what’s happened in the last few years in my life.

I had a long talk with Exar last night (all 6 hours of talk, y’know) and I’ve come to a conclusion. I can’t help who I am. I can’t help that I seem to generate a whole lot of chaos when I do certain things (mostly managerial things, tbh) and sometimes, it ends in conflict.

All I can do is hope that when push comes to a shove, my friends find it in themselves to break my fall. And really, answering “Don’t come crying to me” when things go wrong is not what I need. I know I’m trouble.

Yesterday, I hosted yet another party for which I was ill prepared. Yes, it was sushi night at Casa Del Perja and Perja lives in a dump.

It’s not that my apartment isn’t wonderful (I mean, who could turn their nose up at prime real estate in a prime area) but I am to be honest, more interested in shopping than cleaning, which usually results in the apartment being in a state of “MESS” forevermore.

So Jaina and L came over to help me. It’s incredible what people can do when they’re not totally emotionally engaged with each little piece of crap that’s laying on the floor. In three hours, the living room and dining room had gone from unpracticable mess to nearly empty, with plenty of seating to go around.

Needless to say, Dad said that it would be a mess again on Monday (Hah, I think not!)

After this, a well deserved party which ended in the wee hours of the morning… What’s not to love about having parties with your friends? Except perhaps washing the dishes afterwards?And even then, there were some rewards to that (For details, prod me via your favourite messaging system)

Today, nullsphere is 7 years old. 7 years of blogging (of which a few years of archive are still not here because I couldn’t import them yet…) and moaning about my life.

Woot. Have a complimentary glass of water on the house!

But not from outer space.

Just back from Prague, where I had a really, really good time with my colleagues. For a work seminar, it felt really like a holiday camp, pretty removed from day-to-day reality.

After a plane ride with a screaming kid (he screamed for two and a half hours; there are singers that can’t do that) and a quick drive home, I slipped back into my lazy weekend habits by doing nothing the whole weekend. Well, next to nothing because TBH, there’s rarely a time where I’m not doing anything.

Paris in summer is a strange place. It is a city with no people in certain places and an overcrowded hive in others. I happen to live in one of the deadzones. On Saturday, having emerged from a well deserved 12-hour sleep, Dad and I made our way down to the shopping center for a Starbucks and food shopping. There was absolutely no one on the streets…