So we had just moved to London and didn't know a soul. Kindly, we were invited to a holiday party at another ex-pats home and I was so nervous. Didn't really want to go but you nut up in these situations. The party was lovely, champagne being passed, holiday music. The hostess walks up to us and says, "Shit. Why don't you have any fucking champagne?" I almost collapsed with relief! What is it about the f-bomb that makes me instantly comfortable? She dropped it twice again that night and I can say that we have since become fine friends.
Love,
Kristen
Dum,
ReplyDeleteWho IS this F dropping bandit, and when do I meet her? She sounds like a an effing dream!
Love,
Katie
She lives in the city now. And she is so put together and proper looking which makes it even funnier to me.
ReplyDeleteDum,
ReplyDeletePlease organize a meeting for me when I'm in the city. I must meet her.
Love,
Katie