Somewhat improbably, after another 'quiet' night and hearty croissant-based breakfast, we win the tournament. This is bad news for the liver, although we do give it some help by finding a surprisingly nice French Indian restaurant to soak up most of the victory booze. It still doesn't like it though.
Back in Blighty it's a day of left-overs for both mummy and the magics who, have the rest of last night's pasta for dinner.
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