There's lots about me that's quirky. My brother told me that recently. He believes that it's why men are wary as they read my idiosyncrasies as meaning that they is some inner darkness that means that they should stay away. Oh my! But I'll stick to being me for I haven't really a clue how to do normal. And anyway I'm content with how I express myself through appearance, language and creativity, my slightly off the wall belief system and in the way that I do things slightly differently from others. I told Louis the other day, that being cool isn't having the right gear but it's about exuding a sense of being comfortable with who you are. I truly believe that.
One of my little oddities is that I write with a fountain pen. I wrote a post years back about how I thought that it might be an eco-friendly choice. Really I use one because I like the weightiness of using one and yes, I admit I think it's a classy bit of kit. My writing is horrible and I used to get lots of admonishment in school reports but it's slightly better with a fountain pen. There's another reason.
It's terribly difficult to buy ink in the UK except in specialist shops and bigger branches of WH Smith. And Quink is expensive these days, about seven quid. It's a big beast to carry around in my handbag so I always have to remember to refill at home or work. So I was delighted to find another thing to love about France. The big Leclerc supermarket at St Pol de Leon had an amazing array of ink cartridges. I'm not so alone here then in harbouring antiquated writing habits. They sold these dinky little bottles of ink too that are just right for tucking in a pencil case!