Fatigue!

My husband has no sympathy for me being tired, according to him I could just have gone to bed earlier this week-end. He has no idea what a hard work in general it was being in Stockholm;

Hairdresser (always painful to support the stupid hairdressers), sauna and hot tub at the hotel (very hot, made me sleepy), fine dining (eating makes me feel guilty), coffee with Johan (I was scared to death he will challenge me in chess), cocktails in various bars (you can’t imagine how hard it is to say “no thanks” to every second drink offered!), roof top walking (VERTIGO), zodiac ride (I could have gotten sea sick), socializing with clients (it is extremely hard to keep track on compliments; “Vous etes très charmante!”, was it the 15.th or the 16th time?) etc etc.

The only thing I must admit wasn’t hard work was laying back and listening the sweet Olivier singing Georges Brassens to me. His guitar was missing, though.

Olivier is also definitely more tired than me as he had to attend a Jewish wedding Sunday night when he got back to Paris. Grazy Jews having weddings on Sundays. Oh, Sabbath on Saturday? Didn’t look much Sabbath to me!