Michelle is still in Paris. Supposed to be home tonight, but extended to stay for another meeting tomorrow…

Things are fine here. I had my evaluation at the Alliance Francaise today to determine which class I need to go in. The very kind, but not particularly politically-correct course co-ordinator told me in not so many words, that I should go into the Advanced Class, but that I would also require private tuition as my grammar sucks! It all starts next Tuesday – the crash course to pick up the tatters of my very feeble french…

I’m out to have dinner with Julie at Chinaskis – a new bar on North St, tonight. Run by the same guy who runs our favorite bar on Sauchiehall Street, The Variety Bar – it’s going to be a great hangout in the summer as they’re in the process of adding a large terrace out the back. Shame we won’t be here to enjoy it!

Nothing else new. Getting ready for a weekend away hillwalking in Mull which should be a laugh. 12 hillwalkers (allright… 11 hillwalkers + me) are going to accompany Michelles buddy doing his 284th Munro. Pray for sunshine and no ice on the top (Michelle has no crampons nor an ice pick!)…