Well, it’s been three weeks since I’ve been back from my trip to Paris and since returning to the day-to-day routine it has now become just a distant memory. I do remember having a great time, except for a little incident at the Eiffel Tower which will be indelibly printed on my mind. Getting to the very top after squeezing into a lift with a number of Aussie teenage boys who I presume were on a school trip; my husband, who is diabetic, had a hypoglycaemic reaction. Of course there isn’t any food available at the top and he forgot to pack his jellybeans so I had to get him to the level below – again in a packed lift, and ply him with food and a can of Coke (not of the diet variety). He eventually returned from an ashen shade of grey to a semblance of a normal colour and we decided we might then take the opportunity to take in the view. The photograph below was taken after the incident when we had returned from a cruise down the Seine feeling a bit more relaxed and positive abou...