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Well, it’s a year to the day since I wrote my last Christmas letter, and once again I’ve decided that a “year in review” on my blog is the way to go. We’re hosting Christmas here in the UK this year, and Aude’s parents arrived in London yesterday. They’re bundled up as warmly as they can be, but they’re still freezing.

What a year it’s been. We started the year in style with a great red-and-black New Years party with Marjo in Belgium. Never content with one party when there’s an excuse to have two, we rang in the New Year again with friends and family in London, Chinese-style.

And it seems that we were right to celebrate. All in all, it’s been a pretty good year. We’ve spent a lot of it travelling, and both my Amex and my frequent flyer cards have taken quite a pounding. We’ve had loads of good times with our friends, celebrating with them or just enjoying their company. And we got married, which is probably worth mentioning.

At times this year, it felt like I was spending my entire life on planes or in hotels, and when I look back at the numbers, there’s some truth in that. I spent over a hundred nights in hotels this year and can recite a number of room-service menus from memory, and clocked up about 150,000 miles in travel. My passport is quickly filling up with stamps from around the world, little memoirs of where I’ve been.

We started the year as we intended to continue, gathering up loads of our friends for a long weekend in New York. Anne-Laure, Neil and MG joined us in the big Apple, where we ate like kings and shopped until we dropped.

After a few quiet weeks, it was time for a quick run to France to stock up on booze, and before we knew it, it was time to celebrate Easter on the French Riviera with Aude’s parents.

A few weeks later, we were off to the US to spend some time with my parents. We introduced Aude to one of the finest foods in the world – fresh crabs on the Chesapeake Bay, then headed down to New Orleans, one of my favourite places in the world, to celebrate Jazzfest. For me, it was also a chance to catch up with a lot of old friends, but also to see first-hand the damage that Katrina had caused and how much work there was to be done cleaning the city up and rebuilding it again.

More catching up with old friends in Washington, then it was off Paris for a few days on business, then to Amsterdam to lead a training course. Almost before we knew it, summer had arrived and it was time for a mid-summer break in France, then a job interview in Paris.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back to France to get married, then we were back on a plane to Turkey to celebrate our honeymoon. Our plan was to see a lot of the Turkish countryside, but mostly I saw a lot of the inside of a doctor’s office and the toilet. Never let it be said that I’m not romantic.

Just days after we returned from honeymoon, I got my marching orders and it was off to Singapore. Where I spent even more time on the toilet. Undeterred by my struggling guts, Gina dragged me along as she went on a one-woman culinary tour of Singapore. And I took lots of pictures.

From Singapore, it was off to Bangkok, then back to Turkey again, this time for business. I did manage to sneak Aude out for the weekend, which was some consolation. This time, to the delight of everyone, I managed not to spend the entire trip on the toilet.

From Turkey, it was back to Singapore for a few weeks, and now finally I’m home. It’s good to be home, even if it’s only for a little while. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed, even if housekeeping doesn’t turn it down each night. At our house, you’re more likely to find a cat on the pillow than a mint.

We’ve seen loads of friends this year, in between our busy travel schedule. Julien and Karine came to see us in Canterbury,
and Dara came to see us, all the way from Afghanistan.

Neil quit his job and went off to learn French, although like me he mostly learned to swear. Now he’s got a new job in the City, and we’re train buddies each morning.

MG celebrated her birthday, and I celebrated mine, in Singapore-sling style. Aude celebrated hers twice — once in Canterbury, where I managed to fall asleep during dinner, and again in Paris, surrounded by her friends. AnnMarie celebrated hers…

And before we knew it, it was time for Christmas again. There were parties and tree trimming, and plenty of chances to catch up with even more friends.

Last but not least, we used the ultimate excuse to see all our friends and family — we got married. There was a lot of planning, and paperwork, but finally the big day came. One of these days, I’ll get around to editing all the pictures, maybe in time for next year’s Christmas letter.

As I look forward to 2008, we have another big year ahead of us. We’re moving to Paris next month, and with any luck I’ll learn enough French to survive. It’s a new job for Aude and a whole new set of challenges and adventures for both of us. Until then, though, it just remains for me to wish everyone a joyeux noel and une bonne nouvelle année. I hope that your holidays are happy and safe.

Gung hei fat choi and a very happy Chinese New Year! It’s the Year of the Pig, and as always, we gathered a gang together to join in the traditional celebrations in Chinatown. The celebrations were earlier this year than they were in previous years, meaning at 7:45am start on a Sunday morning. Rousing the troops and getting them all pointed in the right direction took some doing.

We arrived at the (normally deserted) train station to discover that we were not the only people in Canterbury with the idea of celebrating the Chinese New Year. The platform was absolutely heaving with people all headed to Charing Cross for the celebration. We settled in and made our way up to London.

After a brief discussion about logistics, we took our positions for the (very short) parade. We were pleased to see that there was a group from Chartham participating, just down the road. It turns out that jumping isn’t the only thing that white men can’t do… they’re rubbish at dancing with a dragon, too.

Despite having no reservations, quick thinking and an early start mean that we were seated at New World restaurant for dim sum by 11:45am – just in time to beat the hordes of people. They do trolley service of the dim sum, and I think we must have hit every trolley twice. Stuffed to the brim, we went out to watch the dragons dance from restaurant to restaurant in search of food and offerings.

The gang for CNY

The gang take their position for the Chinese New Year parade down The Strand

Year of the Pig

It’s the Year of the Pig, so it’s no surprise to find this fellow as part of the parade

Dragon

A dragon, part of the procession down the Strand

Dancers

Dancers make their way down the street

Jerome

Jerome finally arrives to enjoy the festivities. The phrase “better late than never” springs to mind!

Gerrard Street

Gerrard Street, in the middle of London’s Chinatown, is decorated for the New Year and filled with visitors

Fortune

They say a picture is worth a thousand words!

Little dragon

Anne Marie is very happy with her little dancing dragon

Celebrations

Celebrating the Year of the Pig

Darren in Chinatown

Darren in the middle of Chinatown

A dragon

A dragon enters a shop in search of food!

A dragon

The dragon finds what it’s looking for!

The happy shopkeeper

The happy shopkeeper

Jiri

Jiri relaxes after a long day

We’re safely back from Belgium, where we celebrated a French-style new year with Marjory and her friends at their place outside Brussels. Aude had a great time, and I spent most of the trip telling everyone that “J’ai un rhume” and that I was avoiding “faire les bises” so as not to spread my germs. It was international diplomacy at its finest.

Marjory and her friends made a superb dinner that left us all stuffed afterwards. We started foie gras and champagne, then moved on to a starter of tabbouleh with fresh grapefruit and prawns, followed by a salade Perigourdine, then filet mignon in a Roquefort sauce, with cheese and dessert afterwards. It was dinner as only the French can do – plenty of good food to satisfy the senses, plenty of over-indulgence to make sure you don’t do it too often.

As midnight approached, we opened more champagne and the party really started. There was dancing… and music… and bed! At least, there was for me – I realise that the French like to party late into the night, but by about 1:30 my bed was calling me. Two cold tablets and I was out for the count!

The following morning we were treated to a guided tour of Brussels – and I use the word “guided” loosely. Marjory was nominally our guide, but we could have been visiting Moscow for all she knows about the city. My GPS let me down and we got an even more detailed tour of town on the way back to the Chunnel, but we made it in the end, despite technology’s best efforts to send me in the wrong direction.

Foie Gras

Forget your store-bought foie gras. This came from Laure’s grandmother. Well, not actually from her grandmother — more like from her grandmother’s ducks.

Chefs at work in the kitchen

The chefs, hard at work in the kitchen…

Cinderella

Cinderella is sent to do the tidying-up by her evil stepsisters….

A princess

…but she emerges minutes later, transformed into a princess.

The girls

The girls pose for a photo…

The girls

Another photo of the girls (this time Aude’s managed to jump into the frame as well)

The girls

These days, everyone wants to offer instant feedback on the photographer’s efforts!

Salade Perigourdine

Salade Perigourdine, made with Laure’s grandmother’s ducks…

New Years Eve dinner table

The New Years Eve table, set for dinner

Champagne and fireplace

Champagne and a roaring fire — what else do you need for a good night in?

The gang

The whole gang poses for a photo…

Someone's missed the photo

Someone misses that they’ve moved at the last minute and not been included in the group photo. (Actually, he features prominently as the blur in the background!)

Marjo

Marjory gets into the party spirit…

Laure

Laure can’t resist joining into the festitivies herself!

Dancing

Next thing you know, everyone’s dancing…

Not everyone

Not everyone… Some of us know well enough that the safest place to be when dancing breaks out is a little way away, with a glass of champagne in our hands!

Midnight

It’s midnight, and Marjory pops open the fizz…

Audrey

Audrey strutts her stuff on the dancefloor!

Marjo

Marjo pulls a move…

Aude

Aude joins in, thinking it’s Disco Fever…

Julie

Julie gives a pointer or two to the dancers…

Frank

Frank looks on in amazement

Marjo

Once the beat has you, you just can’t stop…

The last two days have been absolute chaos at my hotel near Heathrow. The airlines have had to cancel hundreds of flights due to freezing fog and the hotels around the airport have been inundated with stranded travellers. Aude and I are crossing our fingers and hoping that the weather lifts in time for us to fly to France on Christmas Eve.

My Christmas cards are sent, and as the year draws to a close, I thought I would use my blog to reflect on the past year rather than send out a “Christmas Letter”. Mostly because I’m lazy and this is easier.

As I look back over the past year (which is easy to do, since it’s all neatly documented online), I’m amazed at how much we’ve managed to squeeze into twelve months – some of it feels like a lifetime ago, some of it feels like it was just yesterday.

At least I can take some reassurance in the cyclical nature of the world. Some things never change. Air travel is still stressful, and nothing ever works out quite the way you planned. A year ago we were waiting for Aude’s parents to arrive. The finally made it, a few hours late, but had to spend the entire holiday in what they’d worn on the plane as their luggage took in a scenic journey of Europe.

Happily, they were reunited with their luggage when they got back home a few days later. Aude and I joined them, and together we rang in 2006 in style in the south of France, this time with all of our luggage and a full complement of family and friends. Minouche, the cat, was still a kitten and kept us all entertained.

Minouche got lost, but thankfully was found several weeks later, looking fairly sorry for herself. Cats will be cats. She’s now doing well and steadily putting on weight – she’ll look like Daisy and Calypso in no time.

Sadly, we had to say goodbye to a number of friends this year including Faouzia and Alain and Julien, who moved to France, Alessandro and Virgine, who have gone off exploring the world, and countless others who have moved to Walton Oaks (!). I’ve also had to say goodbye to most of the friends I worked with on my consulting projects down here, as they’ve moved on to other clients and other parts of the world.

We’ve both moved this year – 100 metres down the road in both cases – to our new place in Canterbury where we’re finally settled in. The back garden has been a godsend and we’ve used it constant throughout the summer for entertaining and barbeques. I can’t believe I lived so long in England without a garden.

I’ve changed jobs, but that doesn’t mean very much as a consultant. I still managed to spend more than a hundred nights in a hotel this year, where I’m greeted more like a long-lost friend than a guest when I arrive. And I still seem to find the most glamorous clients slung around the far side of the M25 – meaning hundreds of miles each week in gridlocked traffic.

In March, I crashed my car. Much to my embarrassment.

We’ve done our fair share of travel this year. We’ve been skiing in France, where Aude did her impression of Les Bronzes and I demonstrated “what not to wear”. I went to Washington to visit my parents. We visited Thailand for Songkran and got absolutely doused. We visited Alsace, Basel, Zurich and saw our friends get married in Nancy. We visited Aude’s grandfather in Orbec. We visited friends in Paris and we went to Scotland to see Mike and Karen getting married, where I was so inspired that I decided to get engaged myself.

We had some visitors, too – Aude’s parents in December, Joan and Joey in July, and my parents, Dasha and Nick in November. And Aude’s brother, Jerome, who has come to see us countless times – although I’m convinced it’s only because he fancies a change from the food in the office canteen!

We’ve had plenty of good food and wine this year. I ate testicles. And frog’s legs. And I seem to have spent most of the month of December in black tie.

All in all, it’s been a very good year, and one I’ll look back upon fondly. To those of you reading this who I haven’t heard from in a while – I’d love to hear what you’re up to, even if it’s only in a Christmas letter.

Best wishes to everyone for a merry Christmas and happy New Year!