To Paris!

Off to meet up with NickMog and his brood in this most romantic of cities. I may just be imagining that though. I think the cheese might actually have come from Carnwath. From sheep, mind. Not a typical Sunday for MrP - shopping in several locations! Honestly, flannels from M&S? And it was all most enjoyable, I must say. Though, just in case that in retrospect I may not quite have enjoyed it as much as I thought, I realised that I otta slip a pint in - with the son at the Cafe Royal. And what good chats we did have. Home for a rack of lamb with rosemary. Have I turned I into MrSmith or something? I'll found out when I see him on Thursday...