The weather in Paris on Thursday was grey and overcast but this morning dawned bright, clear and cloudless. A perfect day to do some hurried shopping at the Kiehls pharmacy, the wine store, the blue cake shop and the funny little shop that stocks Italian risotto rice before heading off to Orly. Never, ever travel in France on a Friday. The airport was packed solid and the flight was one seat away from being oversold. To make the journey even more enjoyable the heating on the Airbus was set at maximum - clearly the French like to travel in aircraft cabins that mimic the Sahara in terms of heat.
Wilf and Digby were overjoyed that the pack was reunited. Digby was literally speechless - at moments of great emotion he breathes in and out at the same time. This results in him making a series of short pig like snoring noises. Comical.