I saw two shooting stars, CORONA BOREALIS and Mars tonight - I guess that was quite nice, by comparison. Hm.

I was in Marval when it all happened, at the post office complaining I'd not received any post. M_at texted me to give me the low down and my head had to work overtime because I couldn't get Radio Four and had to listen to French news. I was going to go to Limoges but diverted to Hunk Christophe's house (grr) to watch CNN. It would've been BBC World but it had no sound. Christophe's brother was there too. Double-grrrr. Both fresh from their national service.

Anyway. All a bit wank. My French improved infinite-fold throughout the afternoon and evening, even to the point of causing some amusement whilst re-translating Chirac's statement to "In the light of the disaster, we've introduced a new Lotto in France because none of my friends want to go to America anymore and I've got all these first class tickets hanging around."

Oh poo. It's all a bit poo.

There were lots of flies this afternoon, so whenever we got to see pictures of the World Trade Center (something the French journalists say with a drawly American accent - Whirl tray senner!), there was this fly walking across the screen, masking the jet. La mouche de mort, we monickered it.