Brief encounters

Ma bien-aimée et moi aren't seeing much of each other at the moment. She was in Germany Tuesday to Thursday last week, I gallivanted off early on Saturday for an overnight trip to the holy ground, she was up early this morning to jet off to Prague for a four day meeting with marketing colleagues from around Europe.


It was a routine flying trip to London - morning flight to Gatwick, train to London, meet JW in the pub for a pre-match beer or two, comfortable if slightly laboured victory over the blue Brummies, lift back to Cambridge, usual overnight board and lodging chez generous hosts J&C, then morning train to Stansted for flight home. My fellow passengers stayed dry this time, but the trip wouldn't have been complete without a by now habitual gaffe. I managed to collect passport, credit cards, AFC season ticket and OL season ticket off the bedside table before I left. Spot the error - the latter item should have stayed behind so that la bienheureuse could go to Gerland on Saturday evening with a colleague. Oops. As it turned out OL lost, so they didn't miss too much...