Please, show me.

Bureau des complaintes 

I am in Paris; the city of romance and bourgeoisie where you enjoy afternoons at the cafe paying absurd bottles of Diet coke 6 silly euros;  To finally get something I always wanted... braces... I mean straight teeth... but I got braces instead as they are the popular and unsubtle method to eventually get straight teeth.

I have never foreseen, how much it could hurt; My gum is on fire, my mucous membranes are wound of blood, my lips are luscious with anguish and I am full of discontent when I unable to chew over cooked pasta. This is polite way to say- Braces sucks! 

Netherless, I establish how lucky I am to be able to receive this treatment. I am thankful to my dad who took care of it and my orthodontics who is a sweet woman and done a great job with my teeth. I could not feel anything during it, but warning the pain is afterwards! Now I understand, why she was in laughter when I gradually revealed to her I could not feel anything. I feel idiotic. Possibly an idiot in pain.

Overly I had a lovely 4 days, no pictures were taken my camera is broken and with obvious reasons, I tend to stay away from them.  

Hope you had a great half term. 

Happy Halloween!

(Hold the line! I am planning to post an Halloween article, later in the week, but first I have to get ready for my voyage back to England.)

The teeth of happiness

AH Autumn piercing through the shadow of a sunny summer. The season of melancholy, auburn colour, falling leaves, beauty, warmth and happiness. Oh I adore you Mr Autumn, you are my man. 

Hello back my dear readers, I am as expected back from my lovely trip in Paris. This sail across the Manche was pretty much enjoyable, I finally went to see my friend; the orthodontist and did many finance revisions (Ah finance). I also tried ,without succeeding, to have a look around the Grand Monet exhibition. 2 hours of unbearable queue, and a tired moaning dad along the way. 

My friend the orthodontist? Well it is not exactly a friend, to the frequency of my visits it is more an acquaintance, even a stranger. I never really minded the way I look however, up to a certain age I started to put care and consideration to the slightest futile things. My mouth is a rightful example. I am a teenager, how can I help it! To my despair I will be wearing braces next month during 1 and a half a year and I generally dislike the idea. HA! I will become more than an acquaintance as every 6 weeks, I will be sitting on the grey plastic chair, my mouth open-big and the stranger tightening and fiddling around with metal in my mouth, . What a lovely and exquisite event. 

Here are some picture I took with my phone camera.