Le Miracle, Le Miracle
Unbelievable, at 5.00pm we got a call…………………the car was mended and was waiting to be picked up, surely this was not true!!! Andy one of the reps who I accused of ripping me off, dashed to his car and whizzed me off to Bayonne before the garage shut for the night. Approximately 15 near misses later we got there, but I couldn’t find my car anywhere, just a newer better conditioned one, but not mine. Somehow French came out of the ...
UPDATE! Yep You Guessed it!!!
Hooray for the French Mechanic, my car is officially not ready, I can hardly control my elation! From "trying" to get it fixed on Saturday he is now "hoping" to get it done tomorrow, on top of that I have at present nowhere for us to stay, it's too good to be true. I have gone from Mobile home, to tent,to park bench in 3 days. Can anyone beat that.I will be a subject on Mastermind in years to come. "Your specialised chosen subject?". "The ...
Sunday….The Last Day??????
After a biblical storm in the early hours we woke this morning to blue skies and hot sunshine. Thank you god. We have actually enjoyed doing the things families do on holiday such as playing table tennis, swimming in the pool (Harry did the slide unaided today) and lapping up the rays. Remarkably we have not really had any incidents in the last 24 hours though like the weather I suspect this to be a temporary respite. I did however have a funny ...
Sunshine Returns As Depression Lifts
Yesterday had to come straight in at number one as officially the worst day of not just my holiday, but my entire life. Text messages and emails regarding both my personal and business life changed my mood from dark, to blacker than a Nigerians anus as the rained hosed down on my efforts to clean our mobile home ready for inspection. With my blood pressure now at it’s highest since a magic mushroom overdose in 1986 I wandered how I was going ...
Lower Than A Snakes Belly
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 ...