Winter has well and truly fallen on Paris these last few days with the temeratures staying resolutely in the minus figures.

When the sun is out on Les Champs, it's supportably pleasant. When there's the wind howling down the avenue, it becomes buttock quenchingly and ball squeezingly unbearable.

O.K, I grant that it's not Siberia or the north pole, but for us office working softies it's a harsh wake up to a very unkind reality.

For the moment, i don't have any excursions into the outside world planned for this week and i'm hoping that it stays that way.