Big nose blip

Yes, I'm back in France, just a short trip to try and sort a rental property and a school before the proper move in (cross those fingers) a few weeks.

Really rubbish day mainly: to bed too late and up too early. I hardly ever need an alarm, so when I do set one I seem to wake up every 15 minutes convinced it must be time. Early departure to leave the house quiet for Mr B's conference call and an easy run to the airport left us there too early. Amazingly the kids, instead of fighting, nicely played Top Trumps. It was like being back in the 70s but with less brown carpeting.

The flight was a joy right until the moment that Katherine decided to use her hands to block a sudden explosion of vomit, thus producing a high powered shower effect that ensured everyone in rows 1 through 4 could feel part of the experience. Some quick washing and redressing in the loos, then a battle with the car hire man trying to scam me into taking a worse car than I'd paid for, then a tedious hour or so on the Bordeaux ring road moving 2 metres every 10 minutes or so... And to top it all half my tooth fell out for no reason.

But then we were here with our lovely friends and dogs and guinea pig and after a good strong cup of 'proper Irish tea' the world righted itself. The wine and huge dinner might have helped too.