Last week, when I announced to GJ via e-mail from work that I'd filled in all the forms to register to be made redundant - (yes, even tho' they are compulsorily shutting the doors on 31 March, we still have to apply in writing for them to let us go - Go bureaucracy!) - He bounced back an e-mail immediately, letting me know that he'd just booked us on a super-duper, cheapo flight to Paris at the end of this month.
When I say cheapo, we're probably flying strapped on to the wings - No at-seat service, then!
Five days.
In Paris...
In the Springtime.
Je m'en reve...
