I’m sitting. It’s 17:21 and I’ve just made the Thalys from Paris to Amsterdam. I had an up-and-down trip on the menu for a wonderful meeting at the Louis Vuitton headquarters. Due to a ’technical hitch’ with the Thalys network it took me five hours instead of three. I’ve been up since 05:30, have had nothing to eat, am just about to buy a white baguette with butter and salted sausage and hope to heaven that mister siting next to me does not want to talk. This week is over.

It all started with a flu relay amongst my girls. They took it in turns to have a fever of 39.5. In the morning it had dropped to 38 degrees and they were still just too sick to go to school or creche but well enough to have a real fun day at home. Each time I typed another mail informing someone that they were staying at home, it came coupled with a loud cheer “Yay, the whole day with you!”

The flu also hit us at the office. Josselin got it last weekend, Jet got it halfway through the week. They marched on and wrote posts from their sick beds and kept Facebook up to date. Liesbeth was in London, having been invited by River Island and I needed them badly. You probably didn’t even notice.

Jet felt better today and Lies is back in town (only Josselin is still recovering) but now I had to leave again. To Paris. Pity, because I really wanted to introduce them to our new tree. And I would have preferred to dive into the Tiffany&Co carriage with them to officially open the holiday season. But they What’sapp’d photos and videos and I showed them my view from the balcony of the Thalys, which was so full that everyone seemed to be standing all over my Fendi pumps. Or placing their bags on them. Finally I reached Paris. And my friends at Vuitton, not too shabby.

Luckily I’d had a wonderful Thanksgiving drink at the Tiffany store the day before and a me-moment at the Soap Treatment Store where I had a fresh coat of OPI applied. The fact that Twingo and I spent an hour (an hour, an HOUR) looking for a parking spot, does not deserve any further mention. I finally parked her little butt in a fabulous spot on the canals, close to manicure heaven.

What else happened? Vivian Buck popped by from the Blogger’s network and I was surprised with a lovely shawl from Knit-ted. I know, it’s a hard life. But someone has to do it. Someone