More leaves*

Finally*, after much tearing of hair, rending of garments, and some Anglo Saxon phrases that Orange France are not going to forget in a hurry, CarbBoy's PAYG mobile is working.

Also, we have been deemed worthy of renting an apartment in London*, on the basis of signing over all the money we have, plus first refusal on our kidneys.

CarbBoy's cold* has reached the 'sounds like death' stage, he's lost his asthma inhaler and has the Departmental cross country tomorrow (rain is obviously forecast all day). He insists (between coughing fits) on going.

I continued* my war on brambles, but with gloves this time.

* This will all make sense once the backblips arrive...