Sunday 2nd March

I thought I’d continue the night on the right day because it definitely was Sunday at this point. After the Moroccan Cave, Kevin and Simon decided to take us to a club called Kioske which they had free tickets for. Even though my feet were hurting and my flat was just around the corner I thought I’d go along and check it out and come home earlier (ha ha) if need be. Oh my god, it was about a 20 minute walk through streets i’d never been to before, and everything looked the same. I was never going to go back on my own. So there we were in the club, very loud and loads of strobe lights which really hurt my eyes after a while. Not really my cup of tea and by this time my feet were killing me. I could feel blisters on my little toes, and so I went and sat down and watched the others dance. While I was sitting there a man, who could have actually been a cousin of Shrek and seemed fairly drunk, came and sat next to me (no, please leave me alone), and when he found out I was English he called over his girlfriend (phew) who had spent 6 months living in england. They were both pretty good at english and kept testing me on my french, but I just stared back with what was probably a very confused look on my face! Even when i’m not tired with painful feet I can’t understand. I eventually found out that she worked in a bank and that he didn’t like dancing. Wow, what an interesting conversation I had! At 4.45am the club finally closed and I could go home at last. I was so tired and I needed to check out my feet. I probably looked drunk to onlookers because I was limping and swaying so much with the pain. I am never wearing those shoes again. Well not for a while anyway, and not if we are walking a long way. Halfway back we arrived at the area where Mary and Grace and Kevin live so I said goodbye and continued alone. The rest of the limp, which normally would take me about 5 - 10 minutes, took 20 minutes, and it had started to rain. The streets were very busy for 5.15am - I must of past about 25 people on my way back. It was very peaceful and there was even a faint hint of orange on the horizon. After navigating the cobbles I finally I arrived home and could take off my shoes. OUCH, my nail on the little toe of my right foot had been digging into the next toe, so as well as the blisters I also have a wonderfully sore cut as well, brilliant! I eventually got to bed at about 5.45am, and I think I fell asleep almost instantly.
The rest of the day wasn’t very interesting. Got woken up at about 9.30am by a phone call from Grace. Thank you Grace! Went straight back to sleep again and woke up at around midday. Had a shower, did some work, read a book, did some work, had a nap, tried to learn french by listening to a pod-cast about whaling in Japan, did some more work, and then at 5.30pm I started to feel very bored and lonely and needed to hear some other voices apart from mine. So I decided to go to Flunch for some food and to go on the net. It was wonderful. There was only about 8 other people there and two were on the internet like me. I was just nice to see and hear other people, even if they weren’t talking to me. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in over 12 hours. I think I stayed for an hour and half, emailing, face-booking and blogging while watching a french version of ‘You’ve Been Framed’ on the big screen, before heading back to the flat to do some more work and to watch ‘The Holiday’. In english this time.