Going home

As any of you who follow my journal will know I don't do water. I have an irrational fear of drowning so if I have anything to do with booking the crossing ( and I always do) we use the tunnel. This morning we got Reggie through passport control , and then ourselves, and then I popped into the Charles Dickens terminal ( never realised it was called that until today) for a pain au chocolat and I glanced at the mornings newspapers. My French isn't brilliant but it is good enough to understand that there had been a fire on a cross channel ferry. Was I pleased we had chosen the tunnel!