Last day

Still things to do!
Another run over to the new apartment, via Weldom to buy. New drill to replace the dead one. The sales assistant saw me with H and exclaimed “Your daughter!”.
The previous day, without H, I had tried to register my purchases on H’s loyalty card. But H has lost the card and they couldn’t find her name in the system. Turns out they had misspelled it...
Quick rush around putting stuff into high cupboards. Then we were off to Bvde de Villette to meet up with C for a quick lunch before leaving for the Eurostar. C sent an “on my way” text a mere 5 minutes after the planned meet-up time. But it took her a long time to make the 10 minute walk. She rang to ask for directions. She was on the right road but, with the aid of one of those apps so useful for keeping track of your children or, it turns out, of holders of First-Class degrees in Geography from UCL, we worked out that she had set off in the wrong direction along the road.
Eventually we had a nice meal at Les Deux Amis - familiar from previous visits - a properly local cafe with people wearing Hi-Vis jackets as fellow diners. Then back to the flat to pick our stuff and, after saying goodbye to H, off to the GDN.
The journey, door-to-door, took five and a quarter hours. Not bad.

Apart from World Cup Sunday, it was a real working holiday. We’ll have to go back for a proper holiday. And H’s new place actually has room for us to stay - which will make the trip cheaper (although this week was pretty cheap as we had an arrangement to stay in H’s absent neighbour’s flat).

Home just in time for the last chance to watch the penultimate episode of the Bridge...

And to appreciate our ridiculously large kitchen and loo that doesn’t have cleaning things jammed between it and the wall. These romantic Parisian pied a terres are all incredibly cramped.