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When you go on radio silence for a long stretch, I always assume the worst. I envision you hanging upside down by your ankles in some cold, stone dungeon. There you are in Milton Keynes having a grand old time. I need to stop worrying so much.
Your father is the epitome of the stoic Brit. I didn’t think they actually existed. I thought it was a cheap stereotype.
I love the misdirected text. That’s such a modern problem. It could have gone horribly wrong. Best be more careful in the future. Are you certain that the declaration of love is not one of HER misdirected communiqués? Wouldn’t THAT be funny!?
I hate camping. Any form of it. Getting a weak wifi signal is as close as I like to get to roughing it. If my family is ever sleeping in a tent, something went horribly wrong.
That pic of you by the painting is so funny! Which came first? The shirt or the Modigliani rip-off?
Your hypermarket her in the states is called Costco. Everything is GIGANTIC. You go in there for some paper towels and end up spending $300 on crap you didn’t know you needed.
Good to see you post again.
Thanks – I’m not out of the legal woods yet, by any means though.
It’s not camping as such – we were in a wooden chalet. At the place we normally go, well, it’s paradise. It’s not roughing it at all. You’d never find me under canvas in the middle of a field . I can’t understand why people do it when there are things called “hotels” and “friends’ houses".
You mean Mondrian rip-off, surely :)
All the best, you skiver!
Blimey !
Am I in print?
I’m afraid I have to disagree with you and EoPS; camping is great, if you do it right.
Yes GB, I print your blog off – for one thing I can’t read your dark-grey-on-light-grey colour scheme, and even if I could, your blog is much more something to be enjoyed in a pub or a train journey, on paper, than to be sat to attention at a flickering screen.
Camping takes place in the countryside. So it’s gone wrong already for me. And when you get there, there is not a single drug-strewn nightclub playing Central European Panzer Advance Techno between Keswick and Ambleside. What sort of a rubbish place is that?
I wondered where you’d got to. All hell broke loose while you were in France, you know:
France is always terrible for not selling anyone food when they need it. On a recent trip round the Loire we were once panicky from hunger - all the small boulangeries close on Monday - and found a little local cafe open. Do you have anything to eat, we asked? Well, no, they replied: the boulangeries are closed and we buy from them.
Yes, it’s been an action packed week in Lancaster.
France does a six day week very well. You have never seen a place so closed as Dieppe is on a Monday.
Apparently the bigger supermarkets are required to close Sunday, and that kind of gives the boulangeries a chance. Hence the latter all then close on Monday, which is actually the slowest day anyway. It still drives me crackers, though.
(Your image link is broken. I do hope it’s going to be worth the wait.)
I should have remembered from the last time we were there. Me and Fiona cycled into Dieppe looking forward to loading up on nice things to eat and there was absolutely no food shops open at all. By Tuesday we were going round the twist with a diet of bread and wine. In our usual place, in Brittany, the small Carrefour is open on a Monday.
The link’s repaired now. It’s a ropey picture but we have a very entertaining headline writer around here.
“Fuckier” and “drinkier” are fabulous words, and I shall be adding them to my vocabulary forthwith.
Thank you! I also like Miss Underscore’s coinage: “cunting” or “cunted".
Milton Keynes is taking on a completely new appeal for me - always hated the bloody place up to now
It’s a weird town, certainly not designed by, or for, humans.
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