Well, five nights, to be exact.
Continuing this jet-setting lifestyle that I’m becoming so accustomed to, herself indoors and I are heading off to Paris tomorrow for a few days. This is mainly a way of making up for the fact that I was 5,000 miles away for her birthday earlier in the month, but also as a way of recharging our collective batteries (and it means I’m finally, FINALLY going to Disneyland, having been itching to go since it first opened).
If all goes according to plan, I won’t be anywhere near a computer until I come back. So things will be even quieter than usual around here. And it’s a shame, because I had so much to talk about. Like my favourite ascerbic journalist, Charlie Brooker, describing Adrien Brody as “a cross between Ross from Friends and a disappointed sundial.” Or the new trailer for the Silent Hill movie.
But all these will have to wait. I’ve got french people queueing up to be rude to me.
Adieu mon Frere.