It’s a public holiday here in sunny Melbourne. Another beautiful cloudless sky and no breath of wind. It’s a day to laze around and relax before the onslaught of work begins again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I’ve taken Tuesday & Wednesday off (I work three days a week), which means an extra long time to do the things I need to do. I created a list but so far, I’ve done none of it as all tasks relate to work done around the house. Instead, I’ve taken mental notes to fill my days ahead with adventures of my own making….not house work.
This morning, I got dressed and told hubby I was off again. This time to breakfast at a cafe near the cinema then catch the matinee of Petit Nicolas which is one of the films on at the French Film Festival.
Here’s its cinema teaser.
I thought I was going to be late as I saw the petrol tank was on empty as I was driving there. I had to find a service station quickly or risk being stranded on the side of a road. I’d find this more embarrassing than inconvenient.
I cursed myself why I wasn’t prepared and had filled up previously. To make matters worse, I made the wrong turn and ended up driving further away from the service station until I realised my error, did a U-turn. Once I saw the green signs of BP, I breathed a sigh of relief….until I saw the price $2.21 per litre. It was $105 to fill up my tank. Argh. Oh well.
Anyway, back to the story.
I love the stories of Petit Nicolas. They were published by Goscinny (writer) and Sempe (art) in 1959 and tell the story of a young boy and all his mates and the trouble that they get into with their parents and school teachers.
The films are told by the perspective of the young boys as they make sense of the world of adults.
I watched the latest film called Le Trésor du Petit Nicolas and it was a delight. The last scenes we see them as grown men coming together once again to show their own sons the solar eclipse which came about 32 years prior when they were young boys. I shed a year of course because I’m sentimental and all that. ?
Afterwards, having exited the dark cinema and stunned by brilliant sunshine, I walked back to the car. I took the long way home driving in side streets and going on roads I hadn’t been before.
I think it’s important to break up routines.
It keeps me on alert as my brain thinks of different ways to get to places without the iPhone navigation. Only when I get too lost, I drive to the side of the road and take out my phone for guidance. Invariably, I always end up finding new places and sites, I hadn’t seen before. Today I saw a beautiful old primary school built early in the 20th century which I had never seen before – and that was 5 minutes away from home. Goes to show that at times, we don’t even know what’s under our own noses.
Oh, one of the cinema ads before the movie started was on the Alliance Francaise and I cracked up. I was the only one who hollered out loud (okay there were 6 people there). Here’s the advert if you want to have a laugh. It takes the piss out of learning French and it’s customs in a typical Australian way. C’est très typique d’australien as they (assumedly thé Frenchies say ?).
I end this post with a quote from young Agnan (the teachers pet in the movie) who is a smart aleck and wears glasses.
He quotes Kierkegaard to his teacher…
Life is not a problem to be resolved, life is an experience to be lived.” (I made a mental note of that quote as it’s how I want to live my life).
I come home to Pud, on his back, the snoring loudly on our bed . He obviously doesn’t think so!
Bon. Now, it’s time to have a little siesta and later this afternoon, block wash and block my knitted jumper and lay it flat to dry. Tonight, I’ll whip up a beef stir fry for us to eat, have a glass of red wine and some Netflix.
I’ll have a bit of a think of what to do tomorrow.
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