And they're off ..

France begins a three day bank holiday weekend to celebrate the 14th of July .. the storming of the Bastille, the kings aborted attempt at fleeing to Fontainbleu and "let them eat cake" etc...

Tomorrow will be marked by the traditional military parade down the Champs Elysées, ChiChi on T.V and fireworks being let off until god knows what time.

I intend to sleep a lot, go to the park, sit in the sun, read, eat ice cream and chill out.

I got in to work this morning at about 7.50 so i'm feeling dead on my feet and i shan't be hanging around too long.

As i write, the first firework show has started and will probably continue on until about 1am.

Work was O.K - The boy Blunder had to go for a RDV and either got lost, got duffed up or just went home. He left at about 1pm saying that he'd be back at about three : i left at five-ish and he still wasn't back sooo...

Littl'un recovered from yesterday, the hairy lipped monster (her colleague) gave her some stick, but a part from that it was fine.

I took my car to the doctor - she's o.k. Still as bashed-in looking but as road worthy as ever .. good old titine.

I'm done, i've gotta go crash and burn.