(142: we think of the mystery and we think of the warning)
It was November and there we were, every single fibre in our being worried of the impending. And now it is March and we are in a different reality, yet strangely and eerily the same nervy feeling creeps up on us again.
Ironically I find myself having to give Mathieu and Jules a treat for a deal we made before the big A. And that was the only deal that's fulfilled.