  Now that I feel I've recovered from last night's paintballing ordeal (as described in my earlier post today...), I'm sort of looking forward to going to England tomorrow morning.
I say "sort of" because going there means getting up at 5h00 to be at the airport by 5h30 (not a good thing, any time before 8h is a threat to your health and best dealt with by sleeping), but also because it means that I should be tucking into a gorgeous dish of chicken at Nando's in Reading by mid-afternoon.
Looks like the weather's going to be pants, but I guess I'm just used to the great weather we get living in the south of France... It will be good to get away from the heat for the weekend. I just hope it's not going to be raining the whole time.
We've got our friends' wedding to go to on Saturday (the reason for the trip to England), but on Friday I'll be spending some time with my baby nephew Charlie at my sister's place in London, before going to Reading (and Nando's!). Back here late on Sunday night though, so not too long... Ooooh and look, only 20 minutes to go before I can call it "the weekend"! Nice one. 
