Ripening

Early start to our journey back to France which - thanks in no small part to Carlos booking us a taxi and being willing to get up with the local cockerel to drive us to the nearest Tarmac to meet the taxi - was smooth.

After spending most of last night looking for various things that TallGirl had lost, this morning's lost socks were exasperating. Happily it turned out they had not been flushed down the loo, but were in the shower.

Home to deal with an unpleasant kitchen situation, sort out some admin and head up the road to recover the rabbits, who were being watched over by a beady-eyed cockatoo.

Despite my family propensity for refusing to leave the house once they're 45, I still enjoy getting away, but I love coming home. Great holiday.