|Sunrise spider's web, 16 January 2012, Cari-Jane Hakes|
I belligerently swept through my work so I could get out in it. I stepped out and cut through the dense cold air - I ran and ran. As bundled up Vendée-ans regard my t-shirted running attire I am always ready with a jaunty "Il ne fait pas foid! C'est comme l'été en Ecosse!"
There is something rather nice about being able to joke in a language which is not your own.
It makes you feel a little bit like you 'belong'.