"French People Are Friendly" Shocker!

After all the excitement of last night's dominos I was in dire need of a lie in. John went off to find out what happened next in the extraordinary case of the lost CD at the bakery, and to buy some bread, then we formulated a watertight plan for the day which involved a trip to the launderette (gasp) followed by Christmas shopping in town, during which time nothing was purchased.

Back indoors I spent a little time writing (every sentence is one step closer to 'The End' as far as I'm concerned) and then off to L'Enfance de Lard for a couple of your finest followed by a wet pizza from the wet pizza shop (mine came with extra damp and a fair old sprinkling of moist). We decided to return to the scene of Saturday's crime - oh yes - The Sherwood Pub! After locating the door, which seemed to have moved, we settled down to an evening of serious beer tasting (Kwak was on the menu so you can guess what happened) while French people entertained us by throwing darts at each other's temples and kicking their dogs until they yelped. Michael popped in for a quick beverage, but it was John and I who stayed the distance, eventually entering into discourse with two fine young Frenchmen called Adrian and Alex. John spoke French, they both spoke English, I spoke rubbish while looking confused and staring into the middle distance. Oh to be cunnilingual. A very fine evening indeed. Well done to everybody involved.