Plus ça change...

By SooB


Loungey morning, then Mr B arrived hotfoot from France, and we three (with V) lunched locally.  And a fine lunch it was too – especially with this sky.

Off then to be unusually early at the airport, sort out a massively convoluted travel issue for CarbBoy, involving lost kit, another parent, an indecisive coach, two languages and two phones.  Bumpy flight home, our car transfer system (gaffer tape the key to a secret part of the car – we weren’t completely sure Mr B would make it to lunch) worked, and I was home in time to catch up with the kids.

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