Ela-ela-ela e e e under my umbrella [you can’t stand under it, sorry]

I should never complain about British weather. Because it’s just something too easy. As a Frog, I should enjoy the rain. Well, I don’t. Every single evening, you can hear “rain” during the weather forecast. So I had to buy an umbrella because I left mine in Paris as I was told English umbrellas are very reliable.

Actually, just a few shops sell umbrellas (as it seems all the British people were delivered with one sample at their birth). So after my beautiful hair was totally spoilt thanks to the rain, I managed to find eventually one.
One thing I learnt when I was in Rouen:wear shiny bright clothes so that even if it rains, you bring happiness to the people you meet. You’re like a rainbow in their heart, hahaha. So I had the choice between the black-not-so-original one which suits every clothes you wear and the pinky one. I chose the second one of course.

pink umbrella for children
pink umbrella for children

When I opened it, I realized that  it was an umbrella for children. It was like a toy actually. I hate the little tiny umbrellas.   How will I be able to give a shelter to an handsome guy under the rain ? I will never sing “you can stand under my umbrella” to anyone. The person will only think I’ve stolen this umbrella to my 4-year-old daughter.
I’m so upset.

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Can’t buy me love/Money can’t buy me love

Money can’t buy me a bus ticket in the West Midlands neither.

When you take your ticket in that bus network you MUST have change for safety reasons. I didn’t know that. Nobody tells you things like that, especially when you directly arrive from the airport. The bus driver just stared at me as if I were an alien. So I had to get off the bus with all my stuff and ask for change to very nice people. And wait 30 minutes for the next bus. Then I met French students. At first I didn’t want to talk to them but I think I looked so desperate that they had a little chat with me. It was very kind of them, they indicated me where were the good places where I should look for rooms.

Well, let’s pray I’ll soon find my perfect place-to-be !

Sunny (yesterday my life was not filled with rain !)

Can you imagine that ?
When we landed at B’ham International Airport, the weather was quite fine, it was sunny ! In England ! OK, I suppose that sort of things only happen one day in August. Well at least, it didn’t last very long and it’s rather windy here so don’t expect the clouds to be very far from you at anytime of the day… I didn’t bring any raincoat as my bag was too thin for it but it was the first thing I bought here..

Never heard about Brumie’s fashion attitude ? Neither did I actually. I managed to find one not too bad nor expensive at Primark. (with an umbrella as well). Ready (to face Great Britain’s so warm weather), steady, swim !

’cause I’m leaving on a jetplane/ don’t know when I’ll be back again

Birmingham is not so far from Paris – only 660kms according to my ‘friend’ Google Big Brother . But I chose to go by plane. (sorry for the environment). I don’t want to drive on the wrong side of the road so I’ve decided to leave my car in Paris.

I remember well Chantal Kreviazuk’s cover of this song Leaving on a jet plane . It was used for Armagguedon’s movie, the blockbuster with Bruce Willis.

Hope the title Armagguedon has nothing to do with what I’m going to live LOL

(OMG, I’ve just realized this movie is already 10 years old, I’m soooo old. And I still love cheesy music – shame on me :-))

PS: Forgive me if I use too many title songs or lyrics for my posts. Actually, when English is not your first language, it’s easier to take someone else’s words;-)

It’s a new dawn/ It’s a new day/ It’s a new life/ For me

But I am not feeling so good . Unlike Nina Simone nor Matthew Bellamy from Muse. I am about to fulfill one of my dreams and I’m just feeling afraid.
Afraid of leaving my friends, my family, my favorite cinema, my little “vieille fille” (I don’t know yet the English word sorry) habits, the Seine, my Leffe café, my annual buses and metros strikes.
I’ll miss all those things.

It’s something weird. I’ve been waiting for that moment for about 4 years and now that there’s only one week left before my departure, I’m just wondering if this was the right choice.

How come you’re never happy with the choices you make ?

Well, let’s wait and see…