Oh what a night!

So there I was, on the sofa, at 11.30pm, having watched the Strictly final, Michael McIntyre and Wham, when the phone rang.
Mr F’s friend had lost his car keys at the match, and could I just drive to their house to pick up the spares and bring them to La Rochelle?
My friend Jan was sound asleep when her husband rang to say I was on my way to theirs,  but she found the keys and half an hour later was standing on her drive in her pjs asking if I wanted her to come along for the ride. I’m so glad she did as chatting to her kept me awake on the 70km journey from her house!
We arrived at 1.15 am, picked up the two rugby supporters who had found their way to a bar, and eventually got home at 2.30am!
They came to lunch today (Delia’s lamb from the Autumn cookbook) and brought me this lovely bunch of flowers for my heroic middle of the night efforts, and told me that Plan B was to break the car window as they thought the keys were inside. Turns out they weren’t so that would have been costly!