By all that is right and good, I should not be awake at 4:24 on the Saturday morning of my birthday weekend. Scratch that - I should be, but it should be because I've just stumbled in from a night on the lash. But no, I was responsible last night and went to bed at 11 because I knew my alarm was going off at 4am this morning.
Pourquoi?
Because I'm headed off to France for the weekend! To Normandy, to be precise. To a little village near Beuzeville, to be even more precise.
My friend Alex (she of the Glyndebourne trip) has a house out there that she's selling, and she decided to have one last hurrah with about ten of us before the house goes. It's just a happy coincidence that this falls over my birthday weekend.
Oops - my cab is here to take me to Waterloo. The Tube isn't even open this early! Yikes.
Sounds like a great way to spend your birthday weekend! I hope it was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, PPC! It was :)
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