Escape to myself

Yesterday was feeling dull and lacklustre until I received a call from my Parisian friend. He was in England en route for Ireland … he paid me a flying overnight visit. Although it’s only a few weeks since we last met it was great to see him. We caught up and chewed the fat over our various escapades since our Courrege shopping trip. He felt that Paris was feeling very tense as a result of recent events. He said it was too hot and humid and he wanted to avoid Bastille Day. So cool, verdant and quiet Ireland called him. A spontaneous decision as usual. It was great to see him. I owe him so much. This morning I drove him to Heathrow for his flight to Cork. Now I’ve walked the dog and need a little nap!