I’ve successfully desensitized my housemates.

Friday morning conversation was normal as Isabelle, Nelly and I sat down for a meal coincidentally at the same time after my morning run. The first turn from normal was when Jean walked in and commented on the fact that I was indeed clad in full spandex that had begun to develop a funky pong. No one – including myself – perceived the fact that I had been back from my run for over an hour and didn’t feel it necessary to disrobe as strange or peculiar.

If there’s one thing that my housemates will bring back to France with them when they return in April is that Canadians are weird!

Success!