 Bless the chunnel
We were not due back this side of the channel after two cracking weeks in France till after 9pm but with the French bring, well French, our port of departure was blockaded by fishermen.
A swift call to eurotunnel by our sister had a ticket organised (even if the price made my eyes water) and we are now home and unloaded hours earlier than planed.
So early in fact that the jolly roger flag is up ready for my 40th on Saturday and a bottle of 2005 Brane-Cantenac half gone.
Missed you all and will catch up over the next few days.
Mum, your bag was much used in the markets and now smells of choizo, garlic and olives. Ta muchly |