I woke rather late Monday morning in Cambridge to some lovely bonne fête messages as it was my name day in France. Lots of names have one but as I’m not used to the concept I always forget them, which is a shame as it’s an excellent way to earn brownie points. I padded downstairs for tea and crumpets with my dad, stepmom, brother and sister-in-law and t…
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