la belle France

Arrived safely in France. France pretty. Have unpacked Father's pantry, thrown out two thirds of it and scrubbed the shelves. Cooked dinner for parents, which feels a bit weird given that they divorced about 20 years ago. Weird in a good way, though. Am filthy, exhausted, have barked knuckles moving furniture and am typing while occasionally sucking moodily at the bleeding wound. Feeling v. domestic and slightly perverse. Going to bed now. Hope you're all making sure the internets behave in my absence.