Good Friday

1. Frog got up at 3am this morning, after getting to bed at midnight, to drive up to the north and make deliveries today. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
   
   
2. Yesterday, Father Frog got the all clear results tests following his prostate operation last month. All the cancer was removed and no radiotherapy is required. Hoorah! Apparently, he went off to celebrate in his friend's bar with a game of poker, much to Mother Frog's frustration.
   
   
3. Last night, we had our first non-Frog Family guest round for drinks (hoorah!). A friend of Frog's, from Reims, we drank a couple of beers and he chattered away, ignoring Frog's hints that he had to be up at 3am. I followed all the conversation, chatting back, and for the first time I felt no extra pressure that the whole evening was in French. I think the key to this may be only inviting one person over at a time.
   
   
4. It's nearly the weekend!