I have a flight to Paris and back and since half an hour I also have a hotel room booked in Paris for two nights. All possible preparations for the chocolate fair are made.
I'm busy now to convince my friends that it is best to pick me up at my hotel on Saturday morning as my orientation is so bad. Hahahaha, what a lame excuse.
I wonder how easy everything gets done. It's all like a miracle for me.
I consider myself always as a bit helpless, but reality shows me something else. Perhaps because everything is happening without me? Could be possible. Wink.