I came back to France for a month. On my return night, I was way too knackered, but the day after, I organised a JFK at Les Souffleurs and put a bindi on all my friends' forehead, it was great. So many people I like who came for me, it was so good. I squatted at friends' (thank you Marion, Romain and Guillaume, thank you Ywen for giving me your flat during your Mexican holidays !) and I went out a lot, sorted out a few things... I am very lucky to have all these friends.
I gave a lot of presents, to family, to friends...
I went very briefly to London to give Ada and Peter their presents.
I saw my shrink again. And then I left without even thinking.