Finally, I'm in Paris - only a day late. Perhaps Mildred doesn't want to leave or something?

Surprisingly, the drive was really easy and - after stocking up on alcohol at the supermarket in Nontron - I managed to circumnavigate the Périph in no time at all and with only one viewing of the Eiffel Tower! What's more, when I came off at Porte de Italie, I rang Jérémy and explained where I was and understood his directions and everything. Whee!

We didn't really do anything in the evening. He met me near a landmark in Alfortville (a bus stop full of dodgy looking people where I tried to look nonchalent and cool - by lighting the filter on my cigarette and coughing my guts up) then we drove to his house to decant stuff. We stayed in and drank (reducing my pay load to less than 50 litres), smoked, watched telly, smoked, watched a shite film with Björk wibbling and being shite then ate gorgeous carbonara.

I am slowly discovering more problems with pronunciation and listening in this language. I was sitting with J watching Buffy (in French) wondering why I hadn't seen any of the killer sheep that had been attacking everyone throughout the episode. In the end I questioned him ("ou cachent les moutons du mort?") and he pointed out that they were talking about mutants and not moutons.

Went to bed at about 2am and snuggled a bit before having a fag, rolling over and passing out.