We're off to tomorrow and our bags still aren't packed. The booze, however, is alraedy in the car. Heaven forbid, we should mess that up.
Language exchange as usual, followed by an apéritif as usual but while Christian had his siesta, as usual, I went with Maud to watch Margaret decorate Christmas cakes. It was fascinating; what a pity there were only three of us there to benefit from her expertise. That did mean, however, that there was a bigger slice of sponge cake each.
Christian was awake by the time I arrived home and ready for our visit to Juste and Joséphine's to meet their new grandson and enjoy champagne and apéritifs.
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