I am in zee ouse of zee french

And zere ees no exclamation marks, or question marks. ând zey ave idden zee y key, eet was ard to find. But all ees well now.

Ah ahm unsewer as to where ah was een mai storees, zo ah weel just add a storee from zee other day, a storee... about love. Zis storee, eet ees not een zee french language (are ou not appy to be reading french) as eet ees really an email orrespondance.

well, last night I propositioned my male would-be masseuse when I asked him for a root, but I don't really want to put THAT on the bloody blog. (zut alors, i ave put eet on zee blog)
I don't know who was more surprised - him when he thought my one word swear word beginning with f (exclaimed in exasperation about the lack of english he spoke) was me wanting to do something very inappropriate, or me, when I realised that HE thought that me swearing was me wanting to do something inappropriate.
It was a tense moment, defused beautifully by me running away. No, really. Meanwhile my erstwhile travelling companion had just upset the rickshaw driver that had dropped me off at the supposed massage-place (which it wasn't! They cut hair there!) by refusing to pay the full fare, as he wasn't taking her the full distance!
So she runs INTO the store, as I'm running out, and explains that, well, maybe it's best we don't leave right now. Then I explain that maybe it's best that we DO leave right now. By the time we've explained the situation (and amid weird stares from the masseuse and his fat boss) I figure (correctly) the rickshaw man has had to drive off with the flow of traffic, so we head out.

okey, zat ees all for now, i am needing zee, ow do ou say, brekkie

a bîentôt
Andrew