To sleep perchance to dream.

One good thing about the nap: I had a dream, largely due to the fact that I was reading a blog by a women who lives in Paris and refers to her ex-partner and child as Mr. Frog and Tadpole respectively, that I was in Paris walking down the street with a red umbrella and red rain boots. There were shiny green and blue frogs everywhere. Me and my fellow Parisian pedestrians thought nothing of it.

While I didn't fall in love with Paris like I did London, I still harbour secret dreams of having a tiny apartment there and walking around the ancient streets on rainy days with a jaunty umbrella. But no beret, I'm not into hats.