We wiSH you a merry chriSSSSStmaSSSS

Noël is officially here. That's Christmas, and not in fact, Noel Edmunds, before someone gets too over-excited (probably me, let's face it. I bloody love a bit of Noel). Christmas means blasting out Christmas songs left, right and centre until I feel sufficiently festive.

It's been almost two weeks since I last blogged, which to me, sounds crazy. Time seems to be flying by now, and soon I'll be halfway through my brief stay here. Last weekend, some lovely people from Chartres came up to visit and we perused the "Christmas market" in Nogent. I say Christmas market in the loosest term because it was actually just a few wooden huts and the most creepy blue elf thing that insisted on terrorizing us all with a feather and the promise of a hug. Okay, so, doesn't sound too petrifying, but you should've been there! Scarier than the Saw maze at Thorpe Park. Fact. And if you've never been there and enjoy the feeling of shitting yourself in public places, then that's the place for you.

Afterwards we popped to the chateau, which I'm ashamed to say was my first visit there. And what a splendid one it was. I especially enjoyed the fact that from the castle walls, you can see, shining like a beacon in the distance, Nogent's very own Buffalo Grill. Such a beautiful emblem.

So this week has brought along its new challenges and it's safe to say I can't wait to get home now. Heating without worrying about the bills, my own bed and home-cooked food, that I don't have to make. Could it be any more parfait?

Tomorrow I'm off to go and see the beautiful Miss Palmer, and we are going to storm the Amiens Christmas markets. So ridiculously excited about it.

Oh and to clarify the title, I remember when we used to sing Christmas songs at school and we had to stop singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" because we all used to elongate the S's and end up spraying the entire assembly hall with spit. Charming!

Until next time (cheesy wink).