Not much to say, but well... Anyway...

I feel like writing something. I haven't a clue about what I'm gonna tell here but I thought I had to share it.

I've had a few friends tonight for a raclette. Well, that's most of the people who are gonna read this... I don't wanna go to bed right now, so I find myself writing. It's more than likely that it's not gonna be worth it : I've already written a few lines without having said much.

At this point you may wonder why I'm writing in english... I guess it's because some of the people who occasionally read what I write here speak english ; some of them just don't really speak french. And I'm not saying this just for you, Marcel, it seems that Nathalie occasionally reads it, too...

I've decided recently that I would say more about me in my blog. Not because of the people who read it, or maybe in spite of them, so here we go : my father died nearly two months ago and it annoyed me.

Alright, since this is settled, I can go back to my normal life...

P.S.: I know, you'll say that it's easy to write on my blog about that in english, since there won't be much of the people I know around here who will be able to read it, especially in my family, but then, this is not a post about anything personal, I started saying I had no clue what I was gonna say, so it doesn't really matter. Some of you could even argue that I said once (or even more than once) that sending a mail when I'm drunk is not a thing I would do again, to which I would answer that this is not a mail, that I'm not half as drunk as you're pretending and that there is no spoon...