I am home alone tonight, eating two pork chops that had been marinated in a tamarind and honey sauce.
The Frog is in a cellar 'dressing bottles'. That is not a euphemism. Unless I missed something in the Handbook to Life in Reims.
I shall now make my way to the bathtub where I expect to soak for a long time in the company of a book.
The only reason I am not curled up on the sofa is because I am forbidden to watch any of the 24: Season 4 DVD episodes (that I bought in the UK last weekend) on my own. Grrrrrr.