Launch Day

9 Hours and 28 Minutes 

I don't have much to say apart from today's the day and so glad to have got here at last. I had great sleep on my sisters couch last night and feel very refreshed. I awoke at about 6:30am. I think I managed to get some more sleep, but the kids were going to come in the living room at some point, but I'm pleased that didn't happen until about 8:30 at least. I just scoffed some brioche with coffee and I think I'm ready for the day. Even though I don't leave until 2pm. I have bags of time to kill. I may spend that shouting at the kids and checking and rechecking documents and packing, and will still forget something.

Sarah sent me an email last night saying the weather in Paris is not great at the moment. It looks as though she is right. I replied, thats ok because "French brothels usually have roofs". She won't reply before 2pm (GMT) so I will await her reply to that with intrepidation. This may have put paid to my mental picture of a solo picnic on the grass with the Eiffel Tower as a backdrop.This would be a well tweetable picture. Me, my baguette, a plastic glass of red wine and my toy Oaf. This would be so fricking hilarious and endearing... for about 5 minutes. No instead my mental picture has moved to a sheltered outside Cafe on the Champs or Place De La Bastille. In any case I've got a coat. I will use my full day in Paris to take a look at the historical parts I like. Two blocks north of Notre Dame is the Musee Carnavalet, Histoire De Paris. Supposed to be the best for artifacts on the French Revolution. This will be a definite visit for me. Although I've quietened down, I'm still as obsessed as always about the French Revolution. The characters of Robespierre and Dante. 

I won't see the UK again until 9th May and then it will be for only a day in London. So really today is goodbye to the UK for a year. A year which will mean I will not be around when the Olympics hit London. Also being in China when Euro 2012 kicks off, I think I may miss a lot of that also. Or maybe I won't, although persuading Sarah to let me watch in an English bar somewhere will need a huge charm offensive. I will not want to miss England going out on penalties in the quarter-finals and putting all the blame of it on one player who gets sent off (fairly or unfairly), as the one cause that they didn't go all the way.

Anyway I'm babbling a bit here so I will sign off for now. However, with the time I have to kill (now reduced to 8 hours and 57 mins). I will probably be on here again or tweeting a few more times.

Later peeps!