Depressed and fed up

I wish I was back in Paris. I'm fed up with leaving home on a Monday at 2am and not getting back till 6pm, but that's the way it's been in work for the last 2 months with staff on holidays or taking sickies. There is light at the end of the tunnel though. Come September the holidays start to tail off and there are possibilities for sorting out a run or two to make things a bit easier. I miss the French food and the people and, contrary to rumour, I found the Parisians very friendly. To anyone who thinks they're not what I would say is have a go at speaking French...it makes all the difference to how you are treated. Another thing too...a smile goes a long way

La Tour Eiffel á la nuit