Continuing of a new day in Paris……

The apartment smells so clean now.  Who knows what I put in the kitchen sink, but it’s WHITE and you have no idea how happy that makes me.  I am such a 50’s kind of  housy-wifey –  it’s not even funny. The towels are all hung up and the dishes washed and I’m quite happy with the way the kitchen looks now.  Even though it’s MISSING a STOVE.  Nevermind. I’ll heat things in the oven. There are no pans in here anyway for the stove.  We’ll do sandwiches again like we’ve been doing for 5 weeks!

I’ve got KNIVES though.  They left their knives. Lucky me – I can cut more BREAD!!  Yeah!  I could cut up a chicken though and throw it in the oven.  That’s a novel thought.

David will come home from his FIRST day of teaching at the British Council and I’ll be waiting with a glass of wine for him and  – um…..bread.  There’s always bread in France. (Except during the Revolution some 300+ years ago).  Too bad I didn’t have the Saran Wrap………