I can't believe Fabrice and Antoine sneaked out last night. My pack of trained chihuahuas were guarding their door too.
I've just sent my maid to look in on them and apparently they seemed to be draped in some sort of massive grubby item. There was a strong smell of industrial alcohol too. I'll ask the butler to send them in to see me in the morning room to explain themselves.
This Argy Bargy place seems somewhat disreputable despite hearing that it was posh. Oh dear. How disappointing.
Good Morning Sunday 23rd August 2926






