I’m finished college now. I’ve had my meeting with my landlady, who has checked that I haven’t robbed any chairs or broken the microwave. I’ve packed nearly everything into my suitcase (well, it’s actually a bag, but whatever) and I’ve struggled to fit it in. Struggled gravely. There are still many things which need to go into my schoolbag which I doubt will fit.
I’ve started trying to eat allllll the food – including the magic pasta, which, strangely, is actually depleting, albeit very slowly.
So the fact that I’m totally ready to Lyon is great. And today I sent a text to Lisa, the first of us to leave, wishing her a safe flight.
Only her flight was cancelled, due to industrial action.
So now she and I are sitting in my apartment, booked on flights home in the next two days, slowly going crazy worrying that the strike will continue (as it’s expected to) for the entire weekend and that we’ll have to live like hobos in the airport, until the stupid French security men stop striking and start actually doing their jobs so that people like me and Lisa (and Orla and Blaney) can go home for Christmas!
Honestly, what is with the French? It’s like striking is a national pastime or something! Airport strikes today, tram strikes tomorrow… Cop the hell on, would you guys?
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