I blame onehitwanda...

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Ever since reading her splendid Gothic 'The Lost Girl of Avignon' I have been obsessed with Avignon, a city I love and haven't visited for a frighteningly long time. I've been looking at pictures, reading whatever I can get my hands on, reminding myself of the Avignon Popes and the Routiers and the White Company, and even wandering around my apartment humming 'Sur le Pont'. So of course, my 7 year old hears me and asks me what the song is. I tell her, then find it on youtube and since then she wants to hear it all the time. I should be playing her Spanish songs, because that's what she's learning. But no, she has to listen to this, and sing it all the time. She's in the bath now, singing it on repeat, and the acoustics are carrying it to every apartment in my building. Neighbours will silently stare at me, viciously, in the morning when I head out to give my lessons. And it's all because of onehitwanda, who I will blame when my neighbours ask me to do something about the infectious French song coming up through the air bricks.

So, is there anything else innocuous that we could actually blame on the rather superb writing talents of onehitwanda?
 
Ever since reading her splendid Gothic 'The Lost Girl of Avignon' I have been obsessed with Avignon, a city I love and haven't visited for a frighteningly long time. I've been looking at pictures, reading whatever I can get my hands on, reminding myself of the Avignon Popes and the Routiers and the White Company, and even wandering around my apartment humming 'Sur le Pont'. So of course, my 7 year old hears me and asks me what the song is. I tell her, then find it on youtube and since then she wants to hear it all the time. I should be playing her Spanish songs, because that's what she's learning. But no, she has to listen to this, and sing it all the time. She's in the bath now, singing it on repeat, and the acoustics are carrying it to every apartment in my building. Neighbours will silently stare at me, viciously, in the morning when I head out to give my lessons. And it's all because of onehitwanda, who I will blame when my neighbours ask me to do something about the infectious French song coming up through the air bricks.

So, is there anything else innocuous that we could actually blame on the rather superb writing talents of onehitwanda?
That song certainly has strong 'ear worm' credentials. It's visited me quite a few times over the years.
 
Ever since reading her splendid Gothic 'The Lost Girl of Avignon' I have been obsessed with Avignon, a city I love and haven't visited for a frighteningly long time. I've been looking at pictures, reading whatever I can get my hands on, reminding myself of the Avignon Popes and the Routiers and the White Company, and even wandering around my apartment humming 'Sur le Pont'. So of course, my 7 year old hears me and asks me what the song is. I tell her, then find it on youtube and since then she wants to hear it all the time. I should be playing her Spanish songs, because that's what she's learning. But no, she has to listen to this, and sing it all the time. She's in the bath now, singing it on repeat, and the acoustics are carrying it to every apartment in my building. Neighbours will silently stare at me, viciously, in the morning when I head out to give my lessons. And it's all because of onehitwanda, who I will blame when my neighbours ask me to do something about the infectious French song coming up through the air bricks.

So, is there anything else innocuous that we could actually blame on the rather superb writing talents of onehitwanda?
I have to put my panties in the laundry way too much. I blame her.

Em
 
Ever since reading her splendid Gothic 'The Lost Girl of Avignon' I have been obsessed with Avignon, a city I love and haven't visited for a frighteningly long time. I've been looking at pictures, reading whatever I can get my hands on, reminding myself of the Avignon Popes and the Routiers and the White Company, and even wandering around my apartment humming 'Sur le Pont'. So of course, my 7 year old hears me and asks me what the song is. I tell her, then find it on youtube and since then she wants to hear it all the time. I should be playing her Spanish songs, because that's what she's learning. But no, she has to listen to this, and sing it all the time. She's in the bath now, singing it on repeat, and the acoustics are carrying it to every apartment in my building. Neighbours will silently stare at me, viciously, in the morning when I head out to give my lessons. And it's all because of onehitwanda, who I will blame when my neighbours ask me to do something about the infectious French song coming up through the air bricks.

So, is there anything else innocuous that we could actually blame on the rather superb writing talents of onehitwanda?
Yes.....
Tears....
I never get through a @onehitwanda story without shedding a months worth (In one sitting)
Not always tears of sorrow. Sometimes they are tears of joy.
She has the ability to tug mercilessly on my emotions.
A thoroughly fabulous writer.
One of the very best...
A positive take away is, she cleans out my tear ducts. Saves a fortune on medication...

BTW... That is a remarkable story.

Cagivagurl
 
I've never wanted to be a lesbian. Being a middle-aged dude, I've never considered it an option.

But reading Onehitwanda stories makes me wonder: being a lesbian . . . that sounds kind of cool.

That's a good writer.
 
Yes.....
Tears....
I never get through a @onehitwanda story without shedding a months worth (In one sitting)
Not always tears of sorrow. Sometimes they are tears of joy.
She has the ability to tug mercilessly on my emotions.
A thoroughly fabulous writer.
One of the very best...
A positive take away is, she cleans out my tear ducts. Saves a fortune on medication...

BTW... That is a remarkable story.

Cagivagurl
I’m glad you explained the months worth you shed as being tears.
 
Thanks for the earworm...

I have indeed danced on said bridge - it only goes halfway across the river now, but seeing I was standing on it, I couldn't resist. Lovely town, excellent TGV train service.
 
That's from the site where the English "school girls" are twenty-five-years old and have accurate (I think?) uniforms yet wear high heels, adult lingerie, and other non-standard items. There will always be an England, but it was never like that.
 
That's from the site where the English "school girls" are twenty-five-years old and have accurate (I think?) uniforms yet wear high heels, adult lingerie, and other non-standard items. There will always be an England, but it was never like that.
You mean St Trinian's isn't a real school??? 🤯
 
Ha! And now my daughter has just knocked on the door halfway through a Teams meeting to get me to remind her which people say hello to each other on the bridge first! My wife is already pulling her hair out (she's taking her to school and knows she'll be hearing it all the way), and I fear for Pani Bogumila's sanity - six hours of teaching a first grader who will not stop singing..? They earn their money.
 
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