C'est La Vie

This weekend was supposed to be spent in Paris but the Eurostar very inconsiderately decided to catch fire or some such, hampering my travel plans. So instead of sipping a café crème in some charming Left Bank pavement café, I find myself sheltering from icy winds in the Starbucks near my office, drinking over-sweet coffee flavoured foam, absent-mindedly doodling over my copy of The Times, and dreaming of the City of Lights. Plus if my raspy throat and prickly eyes are to be believed, I’m coming down with a cold, so for the next few days I will be that irritating coughing person sitting right behind you in the theatre…