I received a rather interesting phone call from my parents on Thursday, asking if I wanted to go down to France with them and visit my brother. I of course said yes absolutely, upon which they replied, excellent, we leave tomorrow.
A bit of frantic packing, washing up and passport gathering later, I set off for Portsmouth.
Slight drama, Mummy's passport was stuck somewhere between the solicitor's and home, so we had to depart minus one very sad Mummy.
Le Havre greeted us the next morning with glorious sunshine and we had a lovely sunny drive down to Niort to collect Etienne and all his things, and then trundled up to Angers to move him into his new residence.
Boring jobs done, we ambled into Angers and went to celebrate our reunion with pancakes and cider.
(Cider in mugs!)
Next morning we went for coffee and croissants and discovered a huge rambley antiques market unfolding in the sunshine.
We had a fabulous time rummaging about in all the treasure, fuelled by tiny cups of coffee and a large bag of chouquettes.
We arrived in Portsmouth at some ghastly hour in the middle of the night and then had a looong drive back to Plymouth.
Just as well for Monday being bank holiday, I definitely needed a lie in!
A bit of frantic packing, washing up and passport gathering later, I set off for Portsmouth.
Slight drama, Mummy's passport was stuck somewhere between the solicitor's and home, so we had to depart minus one very sad Mummy.
Le Havre greeted us the next morning with glorious sunshine and we had a lovely sunny drive down to Niort to collect Etienne and all his things, and then trundled up to Angers to move him into his new residence.
Boring jobs done, we ambled into Angers and went to celebrate our reunion with pancakes and cider.
(Cider in mugs!)
Next morning we went for coffee and croissants and discovered a huge rambley antiques market unfolding in the sunshine.
We had a fabulous time rummaging about in all the treasure, fuelled by tiny cups of coffee and a large bag of chouquettes.
Slightly creepy statue...
The time passed all too quickly and before we knew it it was time to go. We left Etienne to continue exploring his new town and began our long journey home.
France bid us a lovely sunshiney farewell.
We arrived in Portsmouth at some ghastly hour in the middle of the night and then had a looong drive back to Plymouth.
Just as well for Monday being bank holiday, I definitely needed a lie in!
How could I possibly tick 'Like'????? It was the most awful, horrible, terrible and numbing moment when I realised that, utterly exceptionally, my passport was at the solicitor's for the flat sale..... How often does one make an impromptu trip to France to help one's son??? Clearly, about as often as one sends away one's passport....... (Lucky they only went for 48 hours; but I was seriously t**d off, I can tell you.)
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