- Collecting an Ebay parcel from a sort of sub-post office where the lady did not look up from her phone conversation while serving me. I could hear a baby crying down the phone as if strained through something.
- Making my first hair appointment in French. Slightly terrifying but my feet were in the salon before I realised what was happening.
- Small exchanges and mishaps - letting a lady know she's left a bag on the pharmacy counter; dropping a €2 piece under the counter in the wholefood shop and explaining it to the cashier. There's always a slight time delay in my language, as the brain engages its (almost) second tongue.
These tiny increments of existence bed me further into life here. That and the PUB QUIZ of course. I live here. My magnolia tree is nearly out.