I had a great massage booked for this morning. I also had some exercise booked, but I cancelled that in a half-asleep daze before having another hour in bed. It’s amazing how well I can navigate the gym site whilst not awake.
In the car I found an envelope with some shopping instructions.
Also, a mystery envelope with orders to Michel’s.
A bit of a red herring, but fun nonetheless.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I got home.
Apparently it was a trip.
I initially took a wrong turn and ended up in Germany. After handing over the shopping and some quick directions I quickly found myself in Paris with a picnic rug.
I had no trouble recognising the Arc de Triomphe on the coffee table.
I had no trouble enjoying the chocolate-covered strawberries either.
I had a little more trouble recognising the second building. After blurting my initial guess of “a pizza oven”, and looking at the Arc again, it dawned on me that this must be the Eiffel Tower.
There was a bit more food than required, as Abbey had seriously over-catered. I was supposed to take some food to Wet’n’Wild as well, but I think I’m keeping it all here for myself instead. Sorry, Holly!
And then we had a little detour into Belgium with a curious detective with little grey cells. About halfway through Abbey fell asleep; I think she had been working so hard on Paris that she missed some sleep along the way.
It was a fun day though.
Although Obie, as always, was unimpressed.