Best laid plans and all that…

Battery light came on again. New battery went in three weeks ago, so it was either the fan belt or the alternator.

Eight hours later—between recovery and the garage—they’ve (hopefully) sorted it. New alternator fitted, and my cocktail budget blown out of the water. Again.

Paul said Vanessa’s even more high maintenance than I am—which, at the moment, I have to agree with.

We should be in France by now, but we’re enjoying Burgos instead. Found a campsite just 10 mins from the garage. Bravas and beers tonight because frankly, I couldn’t be arsed to do anything else.

Just realised it’s Bastille Day on Monday, so we had a quick planning meeting and decided we’ll stay at Sarah and Richard’s campsite until Monday, then—apart from a cheeky stop for Ceaser salads for lunch at our favourite spot—we’ll head straight up to Caen.

Mustn’t forget the chocolate bombs for G… She was on FaceTime earlier saying that if I give her a month’s worth of back scratches (I stroke her back with my nails—it’s a sensory thing), she’ll give me a month’s worth of cuddles. Which is her very PDA way of saying she’s missing us and wants us home