I realised as I was tidying the other night that by my side of the bed is an empty glass of whiskey, red wine, coffee and (fortunately) some water…healthy!
C loving his birthday cleaning set. He does a better job than his Mama
When he is quiet you know he is doing something pickly, like getting stuck under his cot.
Luckily for us C slept for a fair bit of our journey back to the UK. Angel, right?
Dinner! Surprisingly tasty sandwich (and maybe a mini-doughnut).
Stupid hotel didn’t provide a cot. Stupid parents didn’t fit one in the car. C slept between two single beds on a mattress surrounded by luggage. Eventually, that is…
Ah Paris! You are so beautiful. Hmm. Can you spot the Eiffel Tower?
The charms of the périphérique
Another service station meal – roast chicken, ratatouille, carrots and some of Shake’s aligot. Not bad, not bad at all.
Weird photo, but it was such a novelty to have a lovely, clean baby-changing room!
Snow! Miserable weather! Must be nearer to England now!
Waiting to board our train, admiring the turbines.