OK, so its only Wednesday, but I've just emerged from a 2 day Weetabix workshop (ah the thrills of cereal ideation, who said this marketing life ain't glamour glamour glamour all the way) and thoughts are turning already to le weekend.
Which heralds the 46th birthday of Le Fiance, on Saturday. Quite odd to think I will be marrying a 46 year old, as in my time-warped mind I am still a mere 27, which would make him a bit of a dirty old man. So in honour of L'anniversaire, we're off to trail round vineyards and chateaux. Apparently in the bleddy rain if the BBC forecast is correct, so all the more time for indoor drinking if the outdoor approeciation of said ancient castles is curtailed by wet stuff. Wonder if wineries do cocktails??…. Methinks the handbag may need a cunning stash of voddie to keep the Scotty orally entertained..
Stil, am sure we can locate some fine french nosheries and get the required oysters down Monsiuer Le Hawkes' neck, to keep him a very happy boy.
And hopefully manage a viewing of the new little Patrick Martin before we head off, as I can feel some cooing coming on.
Happy humpday Wed peeps, and here's to le weekend formidable all round x
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Little Master P is ready and waiting, getting cuter by the day, looking forward to meeting you! xx