Yes folks, it’s me again. Eating humble pie once more, ad we aren’t talking Steve Marriott and Peter Frampton either. Cécile made it back to Nantes by 18:30 which, seeing as how she had her mother with her, she was fully-loaded, she didn’t know the route and she had to pass via Paris, that’s pretty impressive going for all of 700-odd kilometres. Take a bow, Cécile.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I spent most of the day tidying and cleaning, apart from lunch when I went to the Place Flagey for lunch with Esi and her boyfriend. Esi and I had a good chat about people that we had met during our time at Uni together and about what we were doing these days. After that tough, we all went back to my pied-à-terre in the city because their plans up to date were that they were staying with friends until Sunday and then having to book a hotel for the rest of their stay – a silly idea if you ask me with Marianne’s apartment standing empty and needing some kind of presence.
So having shown them around and explained things, they cleared off and I carried on with the cleaning. But not quite for in one of those “100 things that only Eric can do”, I managed to switch on the coffee machine to make the drink for my flask, and not put the bowl underneath it, so I ended up with a kitchen awash with coffee.
But anyway, as 19:00 came around I fetched Caliburn and loaded him up, and now I’m off to the Place Flagey to give Esi the keys.
