Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
147Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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Fleeting, puzzling dreams. I try to manipulate them as they go on, but I can't. Of course not.
Wouldn't it be something if you could program your dreams just before you fall asleep?
For the moment we'll just have to let them surprise us - and they do.
Anyway, the trip back home was uneventful. Took 10 hours, and that's not bad with a trailer. The little front wheel that gets pulled up, dropped en route. By the time we found out what that funny noise was there was no more rubber left on it. That was the only blip.
As soon as I stepped out of the car, I got accosted by a junkie, badly needing money. I gave him some, bless him, seemed such a nice, well-mannered boy, only to realise, I wasn't really doing him a favour, he wasn't about to spend it on apples. Besides, he'd be back, he knows when he's on to a good thing.
If being a sucker is a good thing, that is.
Well, unpack first and worry about the world problems later.
My toothbrush is nowhere to be seen. The one thing I can't do without.
How do you lose an electric toothbrush?
How do you lose three pairs of sunglasses and one pair of reading glasses in less than six weeks?
Having said that, I did gain a few pounds.
Good job I didn't take on any of those bets!
The house looked alright.
This must have been the fatigue and some wishful thinking. Next day on closer inspection turned out our son Dick and his friend had done a quick cover-up job. They had used our house in our absence and it was filthy! Still is, haven't got round to it yet.
It might grow on me - literally - would save me a lot of trouble.
Next morning I was kind of grumpy and moping around. Peter however was delighting in all the things he had missed while in France. Like his precious brown bread and old Dutch cheese. He'd been having visions of that. Watch me take my first bite, he said. I saw a hair hanging from the sandwich and couldn't help thinking there was some justice in that.
Gosh, I can be mean!
So, here were are again. Loved ones, friends and neighbours have been called, visited, kissed, hugged and cuddled.
Letters and bills opened, seen to - calls and emails. Stuff to sort out.
That's life. Just gotta deal with it.
And now Peter is scratching his head wondering what it was that seemed so urgent we had to leave in a hurry.
My Dordogne friends are sending me sympathetic notes and emails.
The weather is fine, the countryside at its best - come back soon, they say.
And I will. I will.
I hope to travel a little further first. New places to explore.
I shall probably jot down my experiences and thoughts again.
I never imagined it would be so much fun to do, especially as so many have been keeping up with my silly, sometimes sentimental, journal.
So you kept me writing, and with great pleasure.
Thank you all, for reading, commenting and encouraging.
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Hate goodbyes, so, see you, eh....