Moo is in disgrace. (See picture of confession outside church)
We liked Amiens. Amazing buildings. Good to meet up with Noush’s
dad and Leslie. The restaurant we ate in was crap though – unusually for the
French the steak resembled Ghandi’s slipper.
Drove to Noyon (via some shit hole called Roy!) with that hazy
summer morning weather that usually means a scorcher is on the way. Drove past
some war memorials, beautifully tended with the white grave stones all in rows.
Makes you feel very humble and hollow. The landscape is flat as far as the eye
can see; you can almost hear the spitfire overhead and the incessant artillery
and feel death hanging in the air. Very sobering.
How come French Lorries go so much faster than ours? And….who on
earth dreamt up priorite a l’adroite? Must have been some piss up. Absinthe I
reckon.
Noush has clamped down on the budget. Having to eat bread (no
butter going on here mind) with Mothers gooseberry jam. Whoop.
Still no one has ‘turned out’ proper on the can. Stalemate.
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