Frosty times

The coldest winter for 25 years continues. Today is the 7th day in a row that temperatures have failed to climb above freezing. So, on Saturday evening we bundled up well to make the trip to the draughty concrete arena that is home to Olympique Lyonnais. OL matches this season are a bit like the weather - dull, uncomfortable and chilly. They've managed to grind out a few results since Christmas, but failed to warm the hearts of the fans, who still regularly call for the head of coach Puel. Trepidation will be high on Tuesday, for the visit of the over-paid, over-hyped galacitos of Real Madrid. We await it with interest...

Otherwise the weather over the weekend kept us mostly indoors - la bienheureuse slaved away in the kitchen while I lazed away in front of one screen or another - computer or TV. My excuse was that during the week I finally got down to doing a rewrite of book two for the purposes of resending the sample chapters to the agent who displayed mild interest. Surely two whole afternoons of work, merit a small rest...