Well the bags are packed, the wardrobe’s been critiqued, the bank balance has been checked (ooof, I really can’t afford this…) and I am literally just about to head out the door to the train station to whizz down to London, tube through to Waterloo, then L’Eurostar to Paris, there in time for a late afternoon tea avec Mlle Wilson.
I cannot remember any of my high school French.
Yesterday was fun, just a lovely chilled day – my flat is cleaner than it’s ever been! And then I had a gorgeous meal, a lovely bath, some fine wine, and fell asleep before 10… midway through Love Actually. Good fun.
Apparently, the ‘average’ British spend on Valentine’s this year was £92. WTF? That’s more than my return on Eurostar is costing. Just insane, and all a bit too Wayne and Colleen-y for my taste.
Next blog entry will no doubt be a) loooooong, b) peppered with lots of French phrases, and c) slightly panicked (as another half-term rolls round – and I don’t think all of the reports I sent out will have been welcome. They were, however, exceedingly fair, so it’s going to be a case of “Brace yourself”).
Have fun, y’all!
PS That’s what I’ve forgotten – haven’t had breakfast….leftover Lindor, anyone?