Good to chat with both Paul and Ali before they left NZ - Ali on his way to Sydney, then Bangkok, then here in Paris next Thursday. Paul retracing the route Amelia and I took 2 1/2 weeks ago via Auckland and Kuala Lumpur.
So today was a day of preparation. Changing sheets and towels (bathroom looks like a Laundromat), and the dreaded cleaning. Amelia took over the bathroom and did a sterling job, I tackled the loo and kitchen. A quick vac through and we were done. Even cleaning here is interesting (yes, that's right!) because all the materials are just that bit different. The vac has a sharply triangular head - brilliant for doing along walls and into corners. Why isn't mine like that at home (do I even care?).
Amelia was having a foot-rest day, her ankle was very swollen last night, so I shot up to the Monoprix and bought a few day's supplies, plus some little treats I know Paul likes. Struggled home with my bags, stopping at our favourite patisserie for baguettes for lunch. Felt like a French housewife! Queued up with the locals and delivered my order, hoping that I was clear enough to require no return conversation. C'est bon!
After lunch and cleaning duties were complete we both headed out so I could have removed the bright red nail treatment Paul had given me for my birthday, which was starting to look a bit sad. Slightly intimidated by the very glamorous salon, I hoped I had explained myself sufficiently so I wouldn't end up with bright blue or similar. Again, c'est bon, must be getting good at this. No doubt pride comes before a fall. 
On the way home we stopped at our little local flower shop (my man loves flowers) and bought a couple of bunches. Now, flower arranging is one of those arts I do not have at all - my method is more like pick-up-sticks, but I don't think Paul will mind.
Home again - all ready, roll on 6.20am tomorrow morning!
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