A jaunt out to Auxerre on Christmas day, into in-laws' place. No Internet, no television (by choice, apparently), just a real coal fire, a humungous kitchen (I _did_ have fun .. lobster and Haut-MÃdoc sauce anyone..?), and a garage for the BMW to sleep soundly in. Ate lots, drank even more, cooked 'till the cows came home, chopped wood, read until books were coming out of ears. Bliss. By Christ, I missed Paris ! Back this morning, went for a walk up the Champs-ElysÃes, bought Wagner's 'Tristan und Isolde', had a kebab and a beer. Bliss. Happy New Year, you bunch of cunts.
