about time

Thanks for the birthday wishes, it was very kind and I have been meaning to post for ages about it, but it feels a bit late now. As if having Babycake and working full time wasn't enough, I'm also studying for a stupid management qualification, so the spare seconds I have are usually spend doing something glamorous like shaving my legs. So it's a bit odd that we come to Paris to celebrate and have fun and I actually have time to write something (yes, this does count as fun).

We're back in the same hotel as last time, because we both liked the location-it's right next to the Luxembourg Gardens. Right now I'm sitting in a cafe watching Babycake leading Mr McMuffin around by his reins and I'm spying on the customers at Dalloyau and wondering what gorgeousness I'm going to buy from there later. I love it here, even if it is cold and wet. Babycake has made lots of friends and has now fallen in love with Clementine from the cafe. Actually, he's just given up Clementine for another pretty girl and is grinning his head off at her. Fickle, fickle child, I hope he behave better when he's grown.

I'm not sure what we're going to do today. Mr McMuffin wasn't taken with my desire to visit La Defense, so we might get on a river bus and see a few sights again.