I didn't want to tempt fate (again) by telling you beforehand, but the Parisian weekend that didn't happen before Christmas came around again this weekend. So Saturday morning found a small group of us climbing aboard a bus behind the Gare du Nord. And let's just say that the welcome was a whole lot warmer than the one I got in Wales. So there's lots to tell you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait for a day or so while I gather my thoughts. Meanwhile I'm off to Bilston tomorrow: wish me luck.