Today I am blogging from the confinement of my lonely room in a mobile home that is getting battered once again by persistent and heavy rain, my predictions from yesterday totally unfounded. I am most definitely not soaking up the sun with a cool beer in the company of nubile French ladies, and the chances of the Dutch tent being burnt down during the wettest 48 hours in Basque history are nil. In fact I took a look at our new home this morning ...
Today has been a roller coaster ride of misery and elation culminating in an empty feeling of depression that I need to snap out of for the sake of the children. Firstly it took me an age to find out exactly what was wrong with my car and whether it could be fixed by midday on Saturday. Things got bad around 2ish when the girl at reception informed me that the Garage had not yet had a look at my car, and were not sure that they would have time, ...
Awoke this morning after a surreal dream involving a collapsed clothes horse, a broken down car and another deluge of rain..................................Oh no................ it wasn't a nightmare ............this was very real.After a great holiday the last couple of days have been something of a farce. My credit card has been stopped as I made my last payment to a card that I had reported lost/stolen and had been rejected (no one told me ...
We went off to Biarritz today and had a brilliant time watching the waves crash in and the sun shone once again, then after a holiday without incident disaster struck. We had just filled up with petrol when all of a sudden…………………….Bang!!! Something exploded under the car. A French guy ran hysterically in to the distance shouting fumer! fumer! barging out of the way any women and children obstructing him!! We dashed out of the car ...
I did my second large batch of hand washing last night, once again it rained overnight, an once again the clothes horse collapsed in the mud rendering my hard work meaningless. If this clothes horse was a real horse, it would fall at the first fence every time before someone took mercy on it and shot it in the paddock. Being a damp start to the morning we decided to set off to the quaint town of St Jean Pied Du Port about 30 miles away inland on ...