This week I’ve been in the south of France with my girlfriend and her family. Coincidentally, we’re staying in the same town (Cavaliere-sur-mer) that my Mum came to on a school foreign exchange ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶t̶y̶ just a few years ago.
Time has been spent doing usual beach-related activities, eating tomatoes, and deciding which Olympic event we would choose to compete in if we could take a pill and instantly be in the international elite.
What would you choose, and why?
Otherwise, nothing revelationary to share apart from the realisation that “pomegranate” literally means “apple grenade”.
Upon further investigation, it turns out that the fruit pre-dates the weapon. When small explosive metal shells were invented their resemblance to the red, seedy fruit was noted, hence they became known as the grenade.
In other news…
Later today I touch down in Copenhagen.
In a couple of weeks, I have an appointment with the immigration department to formally submit my Danish residency application. I will keep you updated on any major changes in that regard.
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