MWNN has been stripped*minds out of the gutter girls* of his Baden Powel pips. He made a real bollocks of booking the Paris hotel. As a result, we're booked into a different one, further out than last month. Will waste a day now, from our anniversary trip, learning the ropes (again - gutter- quit) about the most efficient way to get into town.
Normally Mr Boy Scout (I'm even contemplating confiscating his woggle.)*I am prepared* has everything planned down to the last pee stop. Apparently it's a *male thing*
Getting all nostalgic now. Got out the old guitar ('s looking good on the avi i'n'it?)and re-learned some of the stuff I used to play back before we were married.