Returning from France presented us with only one option; we had to drive back. A car, a trailer, three kids, two parents and a load of household items you could not jump over…literally.
We started loading the trailer three days before we left and despite my constant declarations that the trailer tyres would not take the weight of all our stuff it turned out that they did the job fine. It was not the weight you see, but the bulk that looked so worrying. Still, we had to leave behind a raft of other things due to lack of space and prioritising, James wanted to bring back some holiday gifts for a couple of his little school mates but we just could not fit in one more item.
The trip took three days with us sailing over on the ferry from Le Havre to Rosslare; staffed by Polish workers and with a ‘bistro’ which has not changed it’s menu since we first sailed on that same ferry back in January. The crossing was rough, the kids were off-colour and even I was not up to eating much for most of the trip. Not so Arnold; it is amazing how some people are able to knock back a plate of curried chicken and chips while others just stare into a bowl of soup through woozy eyes and a green face.
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Having been away in France for two months I have not been privy to all the latest goings on in La-La Land…or should I say the wacky world of celebrity-dom. But even I have been amazed at how fast Kerry Katona is pressing the self destruct buttons in her life; amazed because the solution to all her problems is relatively simple…dump that schmuck of a husband Mark Croft!
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