Left for Lyon this morning at aroud 9.15, luckily the car was still intact but did have a handwritten notice on it stating private parking space, oops.
Clives phone decided to play silly buggers and not charge so we had to go back 50 years and use a map and road signs, piece of cake and the German detour was very pretty but we eventually got to where w







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We stopped a a little boulangerie (bakery I believe and your word for today and you need to speak it with phlegm) where we purchased croissants for breakfast and a huge salad roll each for lunch. We ate the croissants about 10 minutes later on the side of the motorway with a coffee from our flask, thought we would get our moneys worth as the toll was 25 euro, robbing b******s
We eventually got to our destination, a lovely typically French farmhouse with chickens so we felt at home unfortunately Madame and Monsiour were not at home so we had to converse with their 13 year old son who knew nothing about us in broken English and French I said ‘Je mon tap le cul par terre a number of times under my breath



Anyway a double gin and tonic later and I’m feeling g a bit more mellow, Clive’s phone decided after a good kicking to charge so we got it to around 30 percent and tried to phone my doctor in the UK. Je mon tap le cul par Terre. Ms receptionist was told that I had a broken arm and had had an operation in Italy and was told by a French doctor that it is an urgent case and he would operate if we had more time in Marseilles. Ms receptionist was asked if we could book an urgent appointment for the 8th as we weren’t back until the 7th. She said ‘theres no appointments available for those days’ je mon tap le cul par terre, Clive said ‘she has a broken arm can we book an emergency appointment for the 8th’ ‘No’ she said you have to phone on the day for an emergency appointment’ oh great je mon tap le cul par terre. Good old NHS I got better service in Europe on my
There is a cat here, he obviously doesn’t speak French or English he just ignores us.

