A decent bath, a decent bed and a good nights sleep without being kicked out of my bed at 07:00 in the morning. No queuing for the showers or the smell of pilgrims in the morning. It all sounds lovely.....
I suggested to Wendy that while she showers and gets dressed I will walk down to the local bakers and get some croissants and fresh bread to have with our coffee.
This is where it all started to go a bit wrong.... For a start it was raining, only slightly,so I got the brolly out and walked down to the village.
When I got to the local bakers there was a family ordering burgers,ice cream and cans of coke, for breakfast,at 0900 in the morning! I waited patiently in the queue looking for the croissants, none to be seen, just doughnuts covered in sugar and icing. I asked for a couple of crusty baguettes to take away. "Sorry sir, we don't sell just bread on its own; you have to choose a filling."
I have been using what used to be called the Village Bakery for twenty years; not any more!
I was reduced to going to the local supermarket to get a French crusty loaf! Poor show.
I try to shrug it off and maintain my cool, relaxed mode..... I wonder how long it will be before I snap?
So, I sit here in the almost dark, with the rain falling steadily and just feel happy that I am home at last to the great British Summer!
At least Wendy cut the grass yesterday.
