Dear Kitty,
          my choir's going on tour to Italy in April - sadly I can't go with them, because Etienne's on holiday and we might be in Corsica. It's probably for the best - I don't know if I can afford it, anyway. And it started on the Thursday, and I probably wouldn't have been able to get two days off work.
           I'm working tomorrow - oh, joy. Marie-Pascale asked me if I could earlier in that tone of voice which means 'say yes or I'll make you really uncomfortable for the next week', so I said yes. It starts at one and I have to leave at quarter to five to pick up Bridget from Gare du Nord. It's not a massively long day, but it's really screwed up my plans for this weekend - I was going to either sleep in tomorrow and then go to the afternoon session at the rink, or go to the morning session and then go and browse the sales on Rivoli. Now I'm going to half the morning session, and then picking up toy cars for three and a half hours.
            As for Bridget - well, I've no idea what I'm going to do with her when she comes. How on earth does one entertain an aunt? I might take her to the Champs on Saturday night, and then to the Marais or Chinatown on Sunday, since everything else will be closed.
I must go - I'm going to go to sleep for an hour, and then I've got to hoover my room.
     --- (I don't know which name suits me right now. I was thinking about it last night, and I feel like a 'Lisa' at the moment)