Poker night

Last evening, Chris came up after work to talk about the stuff that still needs to be done in Denis' apartment (we were supposed to go to the DIY store but we were too late for that when he got here) and to set up a new network on the new router that I had bought.

Despite running 'Windows' programmes on my Mac, it seems that it needed Chris' PC to read the setup programme and even then it still took us an hour or so to work out how to do it - but do it we eventually did. Hopefully my guests will once again be able to log on to the internet.

Chris happened to mention that there was a 'poker night' happening back at his flat and was I interested - well it was better than sitting here on my own.

Whilst 'poker night' conjures up images of a seedy backroom, some unsavoury characters, a smoke-laden intense atmosphere and an unfeasibly large pot of money, the reality was cheap red wine, some plastic chips, arguments over the rules and nobody being that bothered. It was a good bit of fun for a Thursday night and nobody went home poorer or with a death threat over their heads.

The only thing over their heads would be the black cloud the next day - called a hangover. Luckily for the French involved today was a public holiday, but us self-employed and expats working on building projects don't get such luxuries - so we were up as usual and battling through the pain.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.