Le Jour je Suis Retourné de Mes Vacances
Added at 8:19am and filed under bff, family, health, travel
It rained every single day we were in France.
Admittedly, we didn’t go for the weather. You may remember that some of our very best friends moved out for a new life last year, so our trips across the water are always more about spending time with them than soaking rays or doing touristy things. That said, it would’ve been nice to have left the house a couple of times. When it’s raining non-stop, the satellite TV doesn’t work and the electricity kept shutting down … well, you can imagine. Thankfully we managed to survive the cabin fever without resorting to either homi- or suicide, though, and that means I’m less apprehensive about our week camping with them at the end of July. Clearly we can exist in harmony in very close quarters without pissing each other off. Yay.
The boys had so much fun though. Following the first night we were there, I woke at 10am – HOLY CHRIST THAT’S LATE WHEN YOU HAVE CHILDREN – and actually panicked; why hadn’t he woken up us? Was S okay? Where the hell was he? AARGH! and went running about in a frenzy to find him. I eventually found them in A’s bedroom, sitting quietly on their beds playing Ben 10. I slammed into the room, dramatically throwing open the door, and they both looked up as though there was something wrong with me. It does beg the question why S can’t leave us the hell alone when he wakes up at home, but it was nice to have some recovery time each morning from the vin and late night talking.
And talk we did. We always do. :) Much like our friends in Brighton, they’re a pleasure to be around, and we all get on – the Mums, the Dads, the boys. It’s so, so rare to find good quality friends whom everyone likes. It’s for that reason that I was determined to retain links even when they moved away. The fact that we now had free accommodation in a gloriously rural part of western France was merely a bonus. Honest. :p
Anyway, we did have an afternoon of sunshine the day we were scheduled to come home. We went for a brief walk, taking in the fields and woodland around their very rural home, and in the 23.5 minutes I was in the sun I managed to burn my cleavage to a crisp. /facepalm How embarrassingly British of me. Still, despite the rain and electrics fun and not getting home until 2am on Wednesday even though I had an two hour commute to make at eight a.m. the same day, we all had a brilliant time, so much so that we booked impromptu flights to POP back for a couple of days in mid-July. More yay!
Coming home was a bummer, though. I opened the door to find a letter from the hospital on the doormat confirming that my nasal operation is scheduled for this coming Tuesday. Happy Birthday, Vixx – here, have SURGERY, the gift that keeps on giving and fucks up your birthday weekend plans!
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On 12 June, 2009 at 10:13 pm, Ash* said:
What type of nasal operation are you getting?
Sounds like you had a lovely time in France!
I really hope to go backpacking through Europe someday… and I’ll definitely be visiting England at some point at least because Brad has family there.
On 13 June, 2009 at 6:39 am, Audrey said:
It’s awesome you’re able to keep ties with your friends even after their move abroad (bonus points for beautiful country home though!)
On 13 June, 2009 at 9:51 am, sharon said:
Sounds like you had a great time, despite the weather doing its’ best to spoil it.
Hope all goes well on Tuesday xx
On 13 June, 2009 at 9:47 pm, Vixx said:
Ash – I have a growth in my sinuses, apparently – it’s not a polyp (it’s in the wrong place apparently??) but close to it. They need to remove it before it gets much bigger.
Audrey – Yeah, I know – I’m so glad we kept in touch. :) They’re actually moving home again in August, which means they’ll literally be across the road again – woohoo! Will be sad to miss their lovely French home, though.
Sharon – thanks, my lovely. :D
V xx