I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know that Skater Boy made an appearance last night - we went for lovely lebanese food, a couple of cocktails then came back here and banged each others brains out. He he. I exaggerate of course - the lebanese food wasn't that great.
Leaving him in bed this morning, I skipped off to work and ploughed my way through a whole backlog of things that I've been putting off, avoiding and generally not doing.
2pm found me strolling down a very sunny Champs Elysées, giddily heading towards the lawyers office for a short meeting. 4pm found me strolling back up the Champs Elysées, where not even the sun nor the giddiness of the locale could lift the black cloud caused by two hours with nuisance lawyers. And it seemed like the only advice I got was to spend more money with them. Hateful profession.
Anyway, as quick as my black cloud descended, it lifted. My téléphone portable rang. It was le Parisien. Long time, no hear, I know. But he's had exams and we decided to cool it while he was studying.
"You want to meet for a drink? I have two hours before class".
Now, I hate being anyone's 'beck and call' girl, but hey - for le Parisien, I'm pretty much happy to drop everything and go running.
We sat on a shady terrasse near Art et Métiers and downed a couple of pre-school drinks. He held my hand and we caught up.
I walked him the 50 yards to his school gates and we kissed goodbye. Be still my beating heart - the one who is the least available is the one who really makes me turn to jelly. Typical, eh?
Anyway, walking home I rang my mother to get news from the other side of the channel.
It seems my Aunt, in a moment of curious-ness, decided she'd like to see what being blind would be like. So she closed her eyes and headed to her bedroom.
As she woke up at the bottom of her stairs with a broken wrist, she decided that it wasn't much fun. Apparently she'd thought - eyes closed - that she was stepping into her bedroom when in fact she was stepping on to the staircase.
Let this be a lesson to us all. Taking risks with your eyes closed can lead to nasty accidents.
I mean really - a broken wrist! That'd be the end of a lesser person's sex life...