High kitchen

Hello blogwurms,

Sorry for my adsentness. Internship is taking up most of my time and my nonexistent free time is mostly spent on sleeping. ZzzzZZzzz. I'm still in dreamland as we speak.

But, sometimes you deserve an update on the Fabulous Life Of Faye. The other day, we went to pick Mum up at the airport because she had been to a wedding in England. I was also invite but Mum booked a single flight. Smart. Not very fair though.

But yea, we went to pick her up, Dad and I. And then we went to dinner at an Haute Cuisine, which is Froggy for High Kitchen. They serve all kinds of weird food. I had pigeon and mussels. Très bon!!!
And then I had a four kind of chocolate thingies dessert. Yum yum. And then I had a Cappucino and we could pick whatever and as many Bonbons as we liked.
Really, they treat you like royalty. They even get a little table for your purses. As if they are your little Chiwawa doggies. And you get to sit in these big armchairs at your table while you eat. They have wheels. It's insane.
Of course, in such a fancy place, Dad had to make inappropriate jokes about sex that he had heard in some comedy thing. Shame shame. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose.

With that nonsense, I leave you, because dinner is waiting. Left-overs from the fridge. No High Kitchen, damnit.

Buhbye!