I just spent a lovely couple of hours in the sun with my darling Camille. We strolled around the Marais, wandered in to countless stores and took a breather by the Seine. Our romantic afternoon ended abruptly when a bird decided to use my pants (and Camilles bag) as his personal bathroom..

Last night my favourite pair of jeans gave up and split by the seems, and today this. Either I have to sow, clean, buy new pants - or go out like this tonight..

About 2 minutes before my traumatic bird-experience