As it happens, I ought to be packing up, ready for tomorrow morning. But quite frankly, when you receive such a lovely present, who gives a damn (on s'en cogne).
Look at those scrumptiously crispy, toasted pralines! Aren't they thrillingly green? And they are not wasabi flavoured, you sickos (bande de branquignols). Thank you so much Claire!
OK I really need to bugger off (faut vraiment que je m'esbigne) and get ready otherwise I might well end up boarding the plane tomorrow in my underpants. Tragic, I know.
