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What can I say? Maybe French women really are different. I met my friend Alice among the other mums at the school gates. Alice stood out from everyone else because she smiled and understood my English despite my strong French accent. She was chatty. She had a self-effacing sense of humour. I really  thought she and I were both the same under the skin, but that illusion was completely dashed when I suggested that she might like to come lingerie shopping with me. She hasn’t talked to me ever since. I think she believes I am some sort of pervert. Once again, I got it completely wrong. I used to go lingerie shopping all the time with my female friends in Paris, and we didn’t think much of it. In fact, it felt completely natural. But here, I quickly understood that you are supposed to hide while purchasing your granny pants (you can read more about M&S granny pants here: Lesson learned. I will buy my lingerie in France from now on. And I will try to hide my Frenchness even more. Maybe I should write a ‘I’m sorry’ card to Alice? What do you think?

Princess Tam Tam Lingerie. One of my favourites French brands.

But I digress. So what did I do again (apart from thinking I could buy some lingerie with a British female friend)? I am running a 50k marathon again on the 9th of September (The Thames Path Challenge). I wasn’t intending to fundraise because I have been working on other things recently, but with lots of friends living in Texas, and my Facebook and Twitter timelines full of distressing pictures, I have set up a page, with any donation going directly to the British Red Cross. You can see my page here:

And if you can’t give any money, be a Darling and share this post wherever you can. And give me some words of encouragement. Some of you might think that I am used to running ultra marathons, that nowadays it’s not that big a deal, that everybody is doing it, and so on, and so forth. I’d like to make something crystal clear: there are no easy races. Especially ultra marathons. Last time I did a 100k, I genuinely thought that I was going to die of pneumonia after 8 hours of running  (It wasn’t my proudest moment, and I finished the race without so much as a cold). So why is everybody so blasé againIt seems like we have seen it all and done it all. But we haven’t, right?

Anyway, even if I don’t get much money for the victims of Hurricane Harvey, every little helps, as they say. Because I do care (how could you not when you see people drowning after the torrential rains and even refuges being flooded?)

In short, this post was just to say I care despite all my flaws and Frenchness. What about you?

You can find my page here: