Just as the weather in Paris was getting nicer, today a black cloud settled over our house. The reign of terror is once more upon us, and its name is Finet... aka Madame Froot Loops.
The toilet paper is already missing.
Beppe already saw bosoms within half an hour of being home.
Manic laughter is raging on the other side of our (tightly shut) door.
We have opened the double door between our room and that of Ro, creating a fort-like environment. We have moved in the toaster, and there is a good supply of bread and Nutella for the troops.
A lock is going on our door ASAP.
Jeremy arrives tomorrow to join the struggle, unaware of what is in store.