A boring old Friday night

We had planned to go visit sister-in-law Sophie and her family down in Pau this weekend but we were much too tired to make the drive tonight. Thomas had to taste all the press wines this morning and I spent my second full day in front of a computer for a program training session. So we punted... and opted to inagurate our fireplace and stay in. It must be a sign of age to say that there's nothing better than a Friday night spent on the couch next to your husband with a good book in hand and a fire to warm the feet. Or a sign of intelligence.