Ben has been missing me and wanted to throw me a birthday party as soon as I was in Leicester, which wasn’t a bad idea seeing that the oldies wouldn’t be in Canada with us for my actual birthday.
Katy went all out on the cake, and the spread rivalled boxing day. I’m stuffed!
Yesterday was Olivier’s past day at the office. After a few gag gifts (cuvée pimp katzpiss wine and the eeelehvun t-shirt) we went to lunch in St-Sulpice – with matching outfits.
(the eeelehvun bit is an inside joke about a Scottish voice-controlled elevator)