Chef arrives back at the apartment as we do. I shower, then lie
flat on my back for a bit; no reaction, good! Yes, I’ll have a glass
of wine, thanks.
We sit, talk, doze, listen to iPods plugged into stereos, and
watch TV. We surf for Des Chiffres Et Des Lettres (the French version
of Countdown), eventually remembering that it’s Sunday so unlikely to
be on. We end up with CNN International, where Wolf Blitzer has
escaped from Father Christmas’s reindeers to present something called