[partie une – il a plu]
It rained all week. Oh, the sun popped up and cheerily said, hello! a couple of times, but for the most part it rained. Or was windy. Today the sun does shine splendidly. Humpf.
[partie deux – le massacre sanglant (ou, comment obtenir par trois tampons dans une heure)]
I started my period on Sunday [the day we left] and was finally able to unplug myself yesterday [the day we came home]. The early hours of Wednesday morning resembled something from a horror film, minus the chainsaws and axes. Apparently having children can help put a stop to really heavy periods, but in the meantime I shall quite simply blame my Mumsy for her heavy period genes. Thanks Mother.
[partie trois – Dover: Roi de toutes les villes de Chavs]
This picture shows one of Dover’s four redeeming features, the castle.
Dover’s remaining three redeeming features are its ferries to France, the White Cliffs [which just make me think of an A-ha track], and the main road out of town. Never ever go to Dover, except to get the first available ferry out.
[partie quatre – que vin Francais bon marche]
The day we went to France on the ferry it was really really windy. I consoled my belly with thoughts of how I would much rather be on a rough ferry crossing than a rough plane crossing.
We laughed at the ugliness of Calais.
We also remembered to drive on the right instead of the left. Yay us!
[partie cinq – le chat de sifflement]
This morning we collected Tabatha-Cat from the cattery. She hissed at us, and ran upstairs as soon as we got home. Ten minutes later we were forgiven. She’s so fickle, that cat. Excuse me while I lavish her with affection …
please God bless my spooked cat xxx Elsabeth