Stayed up last night, late, to watch the finish of le tour de France. A bit more interesting than last year - the finish, that is, not the overall result.

We'd just got off the plane from Melbourne around 9pm and ought to have gone to bed early but there we were at 2 in the morning, slightly bug-eyed and a school day ahead.


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