I'm covered in fucking lovebites.

Good journey - almost missed Eurostar but never mind. I woke up quite early but was delayed by an eager Gaz so didn't actually manage to leave the house until about 10am. I had hoped to get into town and in and out of my optician quite quickly, but there was a point failure at Marble Arch so I ended up taking a cab which was hindered by lots of traffic and roadworks.

Eventually, I rushed into the Eye Clinic, grabbed some lenses, then ran out again to hail a cab - arriving at Waterloo with about 15 minutes to spare. Not too bad but minimum check in is 20.

Uneventful journey, although I got cruised by a boy with skateboard who was rather nice and who spent a while lingering infront of me whilst he rubbed sun cream into his arms quite methodically, I thought. We bumped into each other on Gare du Nord later and shared a wry smile, a wink and a giggle. Next time I go back to England I'll leave two hours to change in Paris.

TGV to Quimper filled with cute boys and fast and on time. England, take note.