And today the local sandwich company delivered a turkey meal in a polystyrene pot to the office, yum yum.
So 5 days left to work, almost there and then its time to stuff ourselves (and the turkey) silly.
And as a pre Chrimbo treat we are off to see the Hobbit on 23 as well.
A fun evening spent chatting about all manner of crap and Mrs Folky with her disused tissues.
Cool evening, nice to see you before Chrimbo, shame you aren’t stopping till the fat bloke arrives.
Merry Christmas Folks
A glass of wine and mince pies were also included in the hefty £4 charge.
A wonderful movie and a wonderful evening.
Still we managed to get a glass of cheap plonk to celebrate before catching the train and then plane back home.
Here’s to Christmas and year 9.
Leaving Paris from here.
Time for more vin Chaud.
300 Steps to here.
The Cathederal is very ornate and beautiful inside, however despite the signs informing you of no hats, no drink and no pictures that’s exactly what you saw (this is France where no means unless you want to).
I’m not a churchy type of person, but I always thought confessions were done in wooden boxes so you couldn’t see the priesty bloke and he couldn’t see you?Not here, the confessional is a big glass room where not only can you see each other, but the public can also see you. Not many juicy confessions going on there then.
Today is food, walking to Montmartre and more food.
The Tower is an amazing feat of engineering, but lets not forget that the Americans have their own version in Las Vegas.
Where next then, more walking and more exploring then the plane back to blighty.
A truly wonderful 8th anniversary spent with Mrs Fogg.
Chilly 1 degrees temp, but dry at least.
So lunch had, feet rested, off we trot.
