The week the air con went silent πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§

Long trousers, a rogue kidney stone, a rabbit stew and a surprise reunion with someone I last met fifty years ago in a Paris nightclub. This week had everything except a quiet moment. Come see how it all unfolded.


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