Tuesday, 19 April 2011

"Michaela c'est really nice"

Thus spake Matilda this morning. And tis true. If the posts have been a bit text light this is because we have had the vivacious, audacious, loquacious, gracious and, in the privacy of our own friendship, amusingly salacious Michaela testing out our new guest bedroom. We laughed, we drank wine, we talked, we drank wine, we walked, we drank wine, we consumed inordinate amounts of chocolate, we drank wine. The best thing about seeing friends is that no matter how brilliant you think they are, seeing them always reminds you that they are just that bit more brilliant than you remember.

Anyway, here she is enjoying a Titanic moment with Matilda.

And here she is enjoying biscuits with the wind and the sun in her hair.

And here are her long lithe legs as they trail round endlessly after my keen to walk son. Those legs just ran the Paris marathon don't know you!


  1. bit late in on the game but suave greetings from the wild hills of Parc des Buttes-Chaumont where I am roaming the dark night in search of prey, eyes gleaming, tummy rumbling, the rain, sleet and galeforce wind in my hair

  2. (sorry Ju it's a bit of an in-joke between R and self - Heathcliff, don't you know :-)


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