Alphagirl is off to Paris this week. I am ridiculously jealous.I want to go to Paris. I want to eat macaroons and perfect roast chicken with tingly cold bone dry wine. I want to browse in the world's best bookshop, swoon over notebooks and buy cashmere yarn. Being thirteen Alphagirl won't be doing any of these things. She will be running amok with her friends, giving the grown ups the slip and starting to discover her power over boys. Frankly, I'd be more than happy to be doing these things too, but that is because I'm not very mature. I know that I could get myself organised and plan a trip to Paris of my own but what I really want is for someone else to organise the whole thing secretly and whisk me off. It's not necessarily the romance angle. It's partly sheer laziness and partly really wanting to be surprised by life, but in a good way. I'm all for independence and being self reliant but a girl can't spring a surprise trip to Paris on herself, 'snot fair.........
Still, if the payoff for this trip to Paris involved being thirteen again I think that I'd be perfectly happy to stay just where I am. Being a Thirteen year old girl is pretty much my idea of a living hell, and I wouldn't go back for all the tea in China or all the Sancerre in Paris.
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