Dozy Girl

It was either Dozy by the Loire (with the condensation from a nuclear power station's cooling towers coming out of her ear) or Jacca fed up with mouldy old ruins. The sunshine and smile won.

Last night we run out of gas 2 mins' in to cooking sausages and mash. Tracey put the potatoes in to the microwave to cook, and blew the electrics. Baguette, vin rouge and cheese by candle light seemed very authentic in the medieval gite.

I love the expressive nature of the French language. Today we were faced not by a mere uneven road surface, but one whch was deformed... eeek

Crossing a bridge, we fought through not just a cross breeze, but a violent vent!

I wonder what dangers tomorrow will bring.

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