RANDOM JETSOM and some flotsam

The window-fixing-man is here, with his infernal saw and drill.
We had a crevettes dinner yesterday with nine people. I think we used up all of our dishes. And I've been washing dishes all morning. Well, maybe morning is a little bit off the mark, i woke up at 12.30. The drill again, infernal.
Its getting colder here in Paris. It's la mode for the long legged parisian girls to have black stockings, a pretty short loose skirt, and boots going up to your knees. It's so hot.
My grandma from Paris always said that stepping into dogshit (maybe it was shit in general) brought you good luck. Well, these parisians must be some lucky people. And I ought to have my share of that luck coming my way.
And also, you develop a dogshit paranoia. Since you can smell it everywhere, and see it even more often, you check the soles of your shoes to make sure its not you. In the street, the metro, in class.
The other day julia was doing some medical charts. Here they are done by hand onto paper. So julia wrote, whatever she was supposed to write on the chart. Later the doctor came back, very angry.

-What is this??
- Its the chart?
- But its written all in black!
- Well yes, my pen is black?
- What?! you dont have a four color pen?? You have to have a four color pen! The blood samples in red...
So now you know. A doctor in France essentially needs a four color pen.