Recovering. Enough to invite people around on Sunday. Victorine will arrive at around five and we shall have tea/coffee/champagne cocktails. Christophe, her husband, will arrive at around seven after his golf game. I hope to give them some kind of dinner.
Tomorrow is my Bouchon Breton brunch with my recent acquaintance. Fortunately she is not arriving here until two, so I shall hie me down to M & S and see if I can find a chicken and some bits and pieces for Sunday.
Dreading the weigh-in again. I am such a feeble woman: exactly how feeble will be revealed on Sunday. Oh dear.
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