Me? A Planner?

I’m hoping to spend a child-free day in Paris on Saturday and issued a general, yet highly personalised, invitation to my fave city-kid bloggie friends to join me for an afternoon of sleazy fun and high-brow, literary wit.

I am sad to report that eager answers have not been flooding in and causing my in-box to combust. (Aimee, Bloomie, Kyliemac, Pat and Beka, you know who you are! Vivi and Kim are excused on account of being geographically challenged. Wendz, you are forgiven because I know you would have bust a gut to meet me, but you are already going on a charity date with some Swiss-Australian floozie with a Scottish accent, and you can’t back out of it now, for fear of reprisals).

However, that Doll Face, The Lovely Aussie Lass, cancelled all her other plans and exterminated her current friends in order to fit me in! I’m hoping The Lovely and Delightful Adult Runaway, Gabrielle and The Naughty Frog With A Blog will also be able to squeeze me



(in).


Aussie Lass strangely asked me “What are your plans?” as if I were a well-known planner, or organizey-type, obsessive sort of personality. I answered thusly:

My Plans For Saturday

- take son to in-laws'
- eat delish French lunch
- get slightly drunk on good wine
- abandon son
- arrive in Paris, meet Doll Face (Katia) and assorted hangers-on
- get taken to China town
- buy green Thai curry paste
- gossip and giggle
- get cup of tea at 4 pm or turn homicidal
- accidentally empty wallet in English bookshop(s)
- eat Tex-Mex for dinner
- get very drunk on Coronas with lime
- more goss and gigg
- roll home in one piece or miss train and sleep on someone's sofa
- arise looking radiant and hangover-free.

That's not too ambitious is it?