The French Wedding

Recently, a Facebook friend of mine,  the very kind Richard, mentioned the ten days he spent in Poland during the EK as the best week of his life. I do believe him. Tough, as a non-Anglo-Saxon, it never comes to my mind to classify the weeks and declare this is the best one of my life and these ones second or worst. It seems to be an habit to rank things, my best friend, my favourite burger, etc... To add a tough to a tough, if I think well, the French wedding, I attended to, was the best week-end of the year. Nice country (I fell in love with it), fine champagne, delightful oysters, perfect weather, enjoyable people, Emotion and Friendship : What else? To be honest, it is exactly what I needed in this very moment.

I am not on board

For many raisons, I am not following the on-going European Football Championship. For those who know me, it is quiet unusual. I have always watched all games I could and I remember a such event was a big buzz for me and my brothers. It could be the best moments we have shared ever. So, why? First of all, to be honest, I am simply fed up with football, I played almost three times per week, I made statistics in order to bet in various championships and I watched video streaming of football matches each week-ends. I am a top level athlete on couch and I whistled the end of the season. Secondly, I have loads of things to do : a language to learn, two blogs to feed, a lovely child to occupy, nine books pilled up in my shelf and lots of skills to acquire to have a chance to get a small place on the labour market. Also, I have few time to chill with such intense and fun event, and, in addition to, I don't desserve any quiet holidays. At last, I am pretty jalous (but positively jalous, jalousy without rancor) of friends, young and wild, who could pay Euro2012 trips as something I was not able to afford during my jeunesse dorée, I am not in the mood to celebrate anything.