Kangaroo with a Suitcase

After what I think has been the most drawn out engagement ever, I finally had to look for the ring box myself (with his permission of course!). I asked him "If I find it, can I have it?", he agreed and I then spent the next 20 minutes hunting like a little kid at easter. I checked in cupboards, shoes, behind curtains, up high, down low, etc etc and still nothing. I then remarked in passing that if he was smart, he would hide it with something of mine because it would be the last place I would look. Later on he replied that he was smart and I began looking casually through my own things. I lightly frisked my hanging clothes and bent down to search my shoes when I noticed he was giggling like a little child. I must have been close! I went back and took more care patting down the clothes. Success! A little square box in my grey trench coat! : ) Bending on one knee and presenting the ring upside down, what could I say but YES!!!

Funny thing, but had I not found the ring yesterday, I would have had to wait until he decided to do it. But lucky it was yesterday because today it was raining and I would have found the box in my coat pocket by accident! 

On another note: I've come to realise strongly that I'm not a big fan of Aussie TV chef, Ian Hewitson. Man, he is a moron. But why do I continue to watch his idiotic attempts at cooking? Because there is nothing else on. I frequently find myself yelling at the TV at his absolutely stupid, impractical, wasteful, and clumsy cooking. He is obsessed with cleaning the plate for presentation, yet he measures everything ("measure out 2 tablespoons of olive oil into the pan...") and leaves half of it in the bowl while hastily putting his recipe together. At one stage I had to turn off because I got very angry all of a sudden. He splashed a drop of raspberry sauce on his shirt (barely noticeable) and after the commercial break he returned with a different shirt explaining how he just "had to" change shirts because he made a mess of himself. It was one drop, dude! What a tossbag! Now I find it self-torturing and I find myself tuning in to his show just to see what unco (aussie slang for un-coordinated/spazzy) things he does. Why do I torture myself this way? Why keep watching, I hear you ask... well, I just like to watch cooking shows and get new ideas for cooking. Now I know that no-one beats Mr Jamie Oliver! 

Hurray, does this mean I am happy? Lets hope so!!

We booked our one-way tickets to Paris for late November. So it's officially on. We will move to Paris and let's hope I won't have to live out of a suitcase (hence the blog name, clever huh? :) forever. Let's hope that this is the last year of temporary residency! I will always be the 'Kangaroo with a Suitcase' but here's hoping that it will be for leisure and not for settlement.

Wish me luck! : )

Not only did we miss his call (our fault, yes), he left a barely audible message and we had to guess as we wrote down his phone number. We called him back (luckily our guess with the numbers was right) and he said he would call us Tuesday morning to make a time to see us that afternoon. Good, all sorted then. No!! He called Wednesday (what happened to Tuesday?) and said someone would be there between 11 and 12. Ok then. Not only do I have to postpone my study time at the library (it was 9.30 am) but I had to wait on tenterhooks while he no doubt was lost due to the fact that most people seem to have a hard time finding our apartment block. 

So, when it came to 11.45 and no sign of the plumber, I gave them a call. "Yeah, well, apparently the guy knocked and no one answered... " Ah ha....yes, highly likely considering I was home and waiting quietly on the couch for this dude. Ok, so he would be sent out in the next 15 minutes to try again. Ok... so almost half and hour later, he was there but at the wrong apartment block...next door... finally coming up to our apartment, not having the right parts, leaving for 20 minutes to go to the supplier, coming back with the part on order, and promising to call us Friday morning to make an appointment for Friday afternoon.... yes, ladies and gentlemen, our toilet still leaks.

What kind of French wife am I going to be if I can't even make a decent profiterole or eclair?!??! ; )

So, after that kitchen disaster, I had to redeem myself and I made chocolate macadamia brownies instead. They were a complete success (yay!) except that I think the recipe could be a bit more chocolatey... maybe I'll add a bit more cocoa next time. 

So, after my cooking adventures in the kitchen, a pretty lazy day...