I love Norfuck and want to live there, near the sea, in a tumbledown house, yelling "git orf moi laaaaand" at anyone who comes within spitting distance.
I cannot commit to dates until I know when this bloody exam is - they will let me know two weeks in advance, which means no cheap Eurostar ticket. The irony of travelling from Paris to London to sit an exam in French is not lost on me...
I have broken a tooth and am cross, because I think it will need a crown, which will be Expensive. It is the last of my childhood fillings to go, and I had it done when I was 13. The dentist warned me at the time that the tooth might not last long as it was more filling than tooth. 
I have set up an Old Boilers' Lunch Club at work. Due to the extreme yoof of those I work with, there are only three of us in the club. But we have a bottle of wine and a good moan.