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  • “Excuse me – but who IS this?”

    “Excuse me – but who IS this?”

    27th November 2009 | 3 comments | 2 people like this

    This week a Parisian restaurant (and a popular one, as I discovered to my *joy*) decided to divert all calls from their reservation hot-line to their work mobile number. Except they didn’t. They forwarded them to my mobile number.  At a risk of sounding like a creaky old fart, I remember when my home telephone number was a mere five digits long. It is now twelve and seemingly there are...

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  • Insomnia:The least fun you can have whilst you’re awake

    Insomnia:The least fun you can have whilst you’re awake

    19th November 2009 | 1 comments | 2 people like this

    Not being able to get to sleep is arguably one of the most miserable things in the world. OK pedants, it’s not as bad as divorce, murder or having your house burn down (but bloody chances are that that would have been the night you actually fell asleep and left the 3-bar fire on.)  Insomnia has stalked my every sleeping hour this week and I wish it would sod off...

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  • A BikeThief Saved My Novel (sort of)

    A BikeThief Saved My Novel (sort of)

    13th November 2009 | 2 comments | 4 people like this

    ‘Most people have a novel in them,’ commented Scot-grot writer, Irvine Welsh, ‘and in most cases that’s where it should stay.’ 

    Now, I happened to be vibrating with caffeine when I read this quote and, obviously assuming Irvine was addressing me directly, momentarily rethought my grand idea to join in the frolics at National Novel Writing Month.  If the title has failed to enlighten, NaNoWriMo requires that mentalists aspiring authors write...

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  • This View Is Not Inspiring

    This View Is Not Inspiring

    6th November 2009 | 5 comments | 7 people like this

    It’s been a stressful week.  Ok, so it may not have looked spectacularly stressful  from where you were standing, if you happened to be the waitress in the Coup de Coeur (an excellent cafe thirty minutes amble from my apartment) who has had the pleasure of serving me at least five time since Sunday. Incidentally, that journey used to take twenty minutes, but some well-meaning citizen decided to string barbed-wire...

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  • The Grass is Greener (ish)

    The Grass is Greener (ish)

    4th November 2009 | 0 comments | 6 people like this

    At a risk of sounding British, leaving the UK to work from France isn’t all it’s cracked up to be...

    ‘Ooooooh! You live in the French Alps!’ squeal most people excitedly (yes, even males) when I repeat my address for the third time for them because two foot of unexpected overnight snowfall has resulted in a spectacularly bad Skype connection.  For most people, i.e. anyone who doesn’t do it, living and...

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Deborah Willimott

Deborah Willimott

Deborah Jane Willimott is a freelance writer who escaped to the snowy promise of the French Alps a few years ago after London destroyed her sanity and her credit rating. She regularly contributes to various websites and British womens glossies including Cosmo and Glamour but despite these grown-up pursuits is primarily a thirty year old still working part-time in a cafe, renting a room the size of a chest freezer and attempting to write amusing and entertaining content for popular consumption. She writes a daily blog at http://theweemo.wordpress.com/ And shes working on a novel. Of course.