The least said about Saturday the better. Went to the pub for a simulcast of OL's game at Le Mans and that FA cup tie at Old Twafford, then went out for a meal afterwards and did our best to anaesthatise the pain, emotional and physical. The latter in the case of la bienheureuse, who somehow damaged her back on Thursday/Friday and spent the whole weekend barely able to walk. Though today she's flown off to Germany again, so it's slowly improving...
The evening did at least have the benefit of allowing us to discover a new restaurant, Le Baronn, next door to a favourite, La Table de ma Grande Mère, which we couldn't get in because it was fully booked, as ever.
