It all started on a single idea. I turned to my boyfriend (Jonny) and said: I think I wanna go to Paris. and within the week I had found the course (Intensive course including phonetics at La Sorbonne) and was planning my budget. When I say planning the budget, I mean loosely tossing some numbers around, while Jonny tactfully pointed out that, er, that was all well and good but, er, you have no money. I have no time for these sort of details. My job as a waitress is terrible. Mostly it's my complete aversion to the following: a) being patronised b)making small talk c)making small talk with people who are patronising me. and also fourteen hour days. Amelie, I ain't. But I rallied through, and saved and paid for my tuition and managed to
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