By gum I'm actually bouldering

After Mark Young ( a very OLD bag of a buddy) told me the other post to stop being a lazy midden I have started to put some god damn effort in, with my bouldering and it's paying off. I'm by no means good but I'm taking more chances and getting more results.
We visited Fontainebleau town today and tomorrow we shall go to GAY PARIS!!!! Finally. It has been actually a lot of fun bouldering, my legs are bruised to heck and I ave a few new scratches and cuts but you don't really notice them until you have been up and done them.

The other day we went to meet our newly engaged friends Owen and Anne Marie, they were travelling a bi around Europe and Owen proposed. I made baguettes, we chilled by the river and I got to see the seizure inducing blinger of a ring Anne Marie was sporting.

After we headed to Euro Disney, now I'm sorry should this offend, surely there will be someone out there who will take offence to it but know I say it all with a cheeky grin. Sometimes a serious illness like CF has it's upsides, you know, eating what you want, being a skinny bitch, GETTING CHEAPER INTO DISNEY!!!!

I'm a silver lining kinda girl, and I also get to skip the ques so YIPEEEE.
We had a ball, Dougie said I was like a 12 year old, and I was, with my mickey mouse top on, big sparkly bow and my hop skip and jumping, singing and dancing.
I never really heard good things about Disney Land Paris but it was AMAZING!!!!!!!!

Here are pictures of me smiling to prove it

Take our breath away. . . . but not in the singalong version

Ok ok so we will recap over the life story in the coming weeks, however today I felt like harping back to an amazing quote I have up on my wall at home

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we takebut by the moments that take our breath away. -

I share this quote with you today cos I am bloody lucky life is not measured by the number of breaths we take as of late I have been hyperventalating to the maximum. I fear I would have used all my breaths by the end of this week here at fontainebleu.

Fontainebleu ?? I hear you cry - or maybe I didnt but I'm going to tell you anyway, in the north of France not far out from Paris lies this lovely little town known in the climbing world as a bouldering kind of Mecca . . . I may have taken that too far but it's a good place for those who want to risk their breaking of limbs and sweating profusely whilst trying to get to the top of 6m boulders and often higher.

Me ? I clamber, I sweat, I oan, I cry and I've sworn to a number of rock formations this week(I'm hoping the fact that surrounding fellow climbers are speaking french means that I am indeed not livng up to the weegie swearing stereotype; however I've yet to be drunk).

 My first experience bouldering outside and I am ashmed to say I have went from a Utter novice (my first day I climbed 6) to a  . . . . Kirsty have you even seen a rock before Bad Boulderer. 

It's day four, I had hoped for improvement and instead I am enjoying reading my (mums)kindle and chilling out whilst Dougie does all the hard work.

I think holding a kindle in place for such a lengthy time constitutes some kind of very well held yoga position, and no I didn't ask for your feedback on that.

My upside for yesterday was finding porridge, I am goldilocks (however instead of ringlets I am sporting a curly frizz as Dougie pointed out) love porridge so this morning I was happy.

Nights are spent chilling out, watching a parks and recreation and lying under a mosquito mat which is dire and we like to kid on it will be my future wedding dress.

All in all so far I have done very little and actually been cool with not being busy 24/7 as I am at home.

I could, possibly, possibly, possibly (as the rev once said) get used to this.

I shall put up pictures when I can be bothered walking the 2metres over to my camera - life is hard going