Back in London. Not quite back in the game.

Bonjour mes petites croissants!

In the last four days I have done the following:

Been to Paris.

Seen Impish Sophie.

Got drunk a bit.

Come back from Paris.

And some other things too. It was lovely to see my little sister, who is lovely and pretty. I, however, am not. I am mean and nasty. I think I take my unhappiness out on people who do not deserve to have to put up with me.

I am not convinced I was in any way good company. I think I was horrible. I think maybe I still am.

Nevertheless I will soon write a blow by blow account of My Little Trip To Paris. I will tell you about the the coffees, the beers, and the wines. There will no doubt be much talk of pain au chocolats. I will tell of La Paris Plage, of hiring bikes in the Bois de Boulonge, of seeing La Tour Eiffel from a distance and debating whether it was, in fact, just a large electricity pylon. Of singing jazz with strangers until 6 am. Of Nigel, the little bug-like creature residing in Sophie's bathroom.

All that, however, will have to wait until tomorrow.

I hope you all had a lovely four days without having to torture yourselves with my nonsensical ramblings. Did you do anything nice? Did you have a picnic? Or go on a date? Or hear a surprisingly funny joke from someone who usually isn't very funny?

Please inform.