The hotels are booked, Eurotunnel tickets printed off, dog/house-sitter booked, packing planned.
All I need to do now is pray – for an end to the rain. Walking down the Champs Elysee will be no fun unless there is sunshine.
The only thing I’ve forgotten to do is have a haircut; and it really can’t wait another week. Wonder if Enza will fit me in tomorrow? Saturday’s not her working day, but a promise of some French goodies might persuade.