After almost 3 glorious months back home in France I have returned to london, rush hour, the plastic wrapped vegetables (a ‘portion’ of cucumber wrapped in cling and then in more plastic wrapping, come on morrisons)and porridge made with water. I used to love coming back to England for holidays. It was such a novelty, we would fill our suitcases with cadbury and cheddar cheese to bring home and made everyone at school jealous with our new and unusual clothes straight from the British high street (pre fast fashion-consciences days obvs)
As ever it took some time adapting to this new, fast-paced lifestyle and I’m sorry to whoever I annoyed on the tube for not getting my oyster card out fast enough. But now I am back, trusty knife bag in hand, touring around London for my new job as a free-lance chef! woo what a grand and grown up title! I even got insurance and do my own taxes now!
As ever I suck at this blogging business and I’m sorry. But in my defence this has been one my first early finishes . I normally leave at 6:30 and return at 12am. My roommate, also known as my sister (London prices man aren’t they just a killa) often says that she’s not sure whether I actually live here as she’s always asleep when I creep in and then out again. So I’m not gonna promise another log anytime soon but I just wanna keep y’all updated (all 15 of my followers woo)
ciao! x
Jodie Cox 