Alive and kicking, just

Mr. Wall is still with us despite his being home alone this weekend as the whole family trundled off to Barbaste for the first major show jumping event of the season. A good weekend was had by all. Sandie even suggested that it was an excellent competition (through gritted teeth) and that it was very do-able from a small child perspective. On top of that the horse jumped really well. A clear round on the last day was very satisfying and just shows what happens when the rider applies himself properly (two small errors in the two previous rounds had blotted my copybook). Maxime needless to say very much enjoyed both the aperos in Michel's truck on Saturday night and also pushing his little sister into a door. She now sports a lovely black eye and Maxime a red handprint on his bottom. No sooner as I was at home I was packing a suitcase to head to Paris this morning. The day has gone well although I am tired....tired enough to go to the wrong hotel. I comforted myself with two pancakes before jumping in a taxi and going to the correct Crowne Plaza. I now need to get to bed sharpish before an 8AM flight to Amsterdam tomorrow....I'm already looking forward to getting back home on Wednesday for a full 8 hours night of stilted sleep.