…of 2014! And what better way of signing off than with a bacon sandwich and a glass of Bucks Fizz, heavy on the orange juice. After all it’s only 1pm. I’ve got to last until midnight so I can get annoyed with people letting off fireworks.
And I needed this. We just spent the past couple of days in Paris. The city of light. Our quiet little romantic trip turned into something of a palaver, but that’s for another post.
Suffice to say, for now, we got a selfie in front of the Mona Lisa (the depths of culural depravity, but everyone was doing it), visited the Pompidou Centre (Pompidou by name, pompidou by nature I must say), and partook of the most bizarre cocktail I have ever tried…
Our barman, Pierre, professed a general dislike for his kinfolk and treated us well. Anyway I will do a full analysis of the reasons and of our adventure next time.
For now I’m busy clearing up ready for this evening’s debauchery whilst the wife slaves over some spreadsheets (accountant’s never stop working). And I will keep away from the Bucks Fizz, its going to my head.
Bonne année et bonne santé!