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	<title>Comments on: Lucky me</title>
	<link>http://www.morethansunandpaella.com/2007/12/21/lucky-me/</link>
	<description>There is more to living in Spain than Sun and Paella as you will discover in my blog.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 01:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Too Many Frogs...</title>
		<link>http://www.morethansunandpaella.com/2007/12/21/lucky-me/#comment-16</link>
		<dc:creator>Too Many Frogs...</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 14:23:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for checking out my post!  I hope your handbag karma continues!!
I’ll have to be more careful on the Paris RER trains especially, because there I am my own worst enemy. I thought I left my glasses on the RER last week (totally engrossed in my book, I had them riskily resting on the seat next to me). When I realised, I went back to the RER station and stammered in my awful French (whilst squinting through myopic eyes haggered from the few tears which had escaped at the moment of realisation):
‘I’ve lost my glasses on the RER this evening…’
to which the station master replied with a killer combo of shrug and “pfft”, and then ‘We don’t have any glasses here.’
Ahh… the moments in my live that I’ve wanted to crawl up and die (that - however - was nothing compared to the feeling of finding the glasses at work the next day!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for checking out my post!  I hope your handbag karma continues!!<br />
I’ll have to be more careful on the Paris RER trains especially, because there I am my own worst enemy. I thought I left my glasses on the RER last week (totally engrossed in my book, I had them riskily resting on the seat next to me). When I realised, I went back to the RER station and stammered in my awful French (whilst squinting through myopic eyes haggered from the few tears which had escaped at the moment of realisation):<br />
‘I’ve lost my glasses on the RER this evening…’<br />
to which the station master replied with a killer combo of shrug and “pfft”, and then ‘We don’t have any glasses here.’<br />
Ahh… the moments in my live that I’ve wanted to crawl up and die (that - however - was nothing compared to the feeling of finding the glasses at work the next day!)</p>
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