Next week is filled with what I like to refer to as my annual revisions, similar to taking my car into the garage to have everything checked out. In other words, the banal once-a-year doctors' visits: eyes, teeth (more often if needed), dermatologist, etc.
Along with yesterday's confession about entertaining, here comes another one: I really, really, really don't like doctors. In all cases mentioned, and not, I really, really, really like the individuals with whom I have made my appointments. However, I would rather see them at, let's say -- a cocktail party for example.
I'm giving you the back-story because I know what I have planned for next week on our calendar, but don't know for which days. All rendez-vous are in Paris and I can never predict how long I will wander/dawdle before or after.
So, without a specific daily commitment, here is what I (and perhaps Cherie) have planned for next week:
On The Agenda For The Week Ahead. . .
Surprises, of course.
Manners -- possibly a series if I get carried away, which is often my wont as you know.
My 20 item wardrobe -- this will definitely be a series. (Do join me if you feel so inclined.)
News, Views, Etc.
Cherie -- please send in your questions. (It's one way of keeping her under control.)
And, who knows?
A demain. Hope your Sunday is sunny like ours.