Quiet weekend. La bienheureuse returned from an enjoyable, though slightly more work-orientated trip than expected, trip to the Baltic coast on Friday evening. The rest of the weekend I nursed my back while she fussed and packed for our two weeks off. Drive up to the ferry today, via an overnight stop in Laon, thence to Blighty for a week, returning slowly next week through Champagne & Bourgogne, a viticultural tour you might say...
Spring did arrive over the weekend - lovely sunny, warm weather - but has flown away again this morning. 10 degrees cooler and raining. We took brief advantage yesterday with a gentle stroll along the river, and managed to limp along to Stade Gerland on Saturday evening to watch OL take another stumbling step towards title number seven.
Strange sort of match, 2-1 down at half time after looking entirely uninterested, les lyonnais woke up in the second half and forced an equaliser, despite emerging from the dressing rooms with only ten men. All rather bizarre - only 10 players from each team initially came out for the 2nd half (actually only 9 for Lyon, but a half-time sub also came on), and everybody waited for more than five minutes. Eventually the 11th Caen player came out, shortly followed by the match officials. Turns out there was a bit of a ruckus in the tunnel, the OL left-back Grosso slapped a Caen player, received a 2nd yellow card, so was sent off while not actually on the pitch...
