A Present From Bavaria

Sadly things didn't get better for me.  In fact, I think they're ever so slightly worse.  So we made the decision to cut the holiday short and go home.

Not an easy decision to make, as I really like holidaying in Bavaria.  And I was looking forward to heading to Meersburg to see what Baden Württemberg had to offer.

But it can't be any fun holidaying with a man who sneezes every 30 seconds or so.   And can't sleep properly.  And when I do sleep I must snore like a Grumphy*.

So we packed up our stuff - including my 2 (half) boxes of hankies - and said goodbye.

One advantage of travelling on a Sunday is that most of the big transporter lorries are not allowed to travel on Sundays, so you don't have one lane clogged.  Although no-one seems to have explained this to drivers from Hungary.  I doubt they all have the Special Permission that is required.

Never mind.  We're home.  The heating is on and I'm about to commence Operation Lag The Ausländer
*An old Scottish word for a pig