Pip's buggered off somewhere to see friends for the night, so I'm enjoying my first night alone - apart from Jamie. Tomorrow morning I will have to go to the bakery myself and get croissants and things. Oooh - how exciting.

I sorted out some bank bits and pieces today. Nothing too exciting.

Jamie is going home on Sunday. I booked his Eurostar ticket for him (in French, so heaven alone knows where he'll end up) and I'll either pop to Limoges and grab his SNCF ticket or try and buy it online. Given it's only 190fr on the train to Paris, I may well join him for a weekend and go up on Saturday. I'll have to ring Jeremy to see if he can accommodate us but a night out in Paris might not be a bad thing. I'll return to Limoges in the afternoon and Jamie can wend his way home to exciting Newbury.

Watched a man walk into a plate glass window in Limoges. He was turning to come into a bar and they'd clearly shut the glass door he'd hoped to come in through. It was worthy of an out-takes programme, really. Where his nose hit the glass left a huge big smudge because he didn't walk into it head on but at about 45 degrees, so his nostrils were dragged along for an inch or so before he stopped. He didn't come in - we were all laughing too much.

There are comical bouncing frogs everywhere on the road. It's like playing Hopper but with the roles reversed mysteriously. I have to avoid the frogs but, alas, the road is now about 100 times the size it was in the game and the cars take up the entire width of it. It's like BBC Micro games on drugs.