It was my sister's birthday last week, and so we celebrated the fact this past weekend. I was going to get her a new ironing board for a present, but changed my mind at the last minute and bought her an mp3-player instead. I put a few of her favourite songs on it, too; and I think that as far as she was concerned, it was the best present I'd given her in years.
I never thought I'd say this, but I almost regret having lost all that weight, as it means that none of my favourite clothes now fit. This includes my beautiful winter coat that I bought last year, which is supposed to be form-fitting, but now hangs off my body like a sack. I think I'm going to have to find somewhere where they can alter clothes, and hope they won't ruin it.
This evening, there was an e-mail from Ben, David's management, confirming that they'll see me in Leamington Spa next week. That is assuming I can find my way out of Paris and onto the UK, of course.