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In the same, random way that a day in a hostel in Wales, listening to the rain, had turned out to be the best idea in the world - drive home ignored - A spur of the moment shopping trip to Oxford transported me to France on holiday for the afternoon. I love life, especially when it turns out like that!
Today was as unseasonably sunny and warm as yesterday was bleak and cold. Kate - who will henceforth be refered to as Monty, because she routinely addresses me by surname - and I had announced we were going to Bristol to get drunk, but neither of us felt like it. Instead, we decided to go to Oxford for the day. Better idea by far.
Yes. I know. I was in Oxford. English would have worked. But where's the fun in that? Anyway, croissant lady started it - she spoke French to me, and suddenly, it was fun to play along.
Kate and I also went to the pub - half a Deuchers for me, and a coke for her - in the most pub-like pub ever. It looks exactly like what a pub ought to look like. And it had Deuchers. Yay! It's called the King's something - the King's arms, or head, or something. You should all go.
The day was warm, and sunny, and I got free samples of saucisson sec, a bowl of paella for £3, and some amazing strawberries that smell like summer. It was exactly like being in France. Except without the having to fly part. Wonderful.