Allons Enfants

I’m going on a road trip with a friend through France to collect student belongings  as said student flies home, which is just another of those things they neglected to mention at antenatal classes.  It will be a long journey made all the worse by having to stop at various points for wine and possibly some sleep.  Also pour moi, un peu du fromage. 

My friend is not fond of cheese or anything, as far as I can judge (which I won’t, much) not made of potato or beef so this is either going to make or break a long-standing (though mainly sitting) relationship.  We may be okay because we survived Africa together but then there were others around to stop us killing each other.  This trip is two men who’ve heard each other’s jokes, almost a week in a car and the inevitable road signs that should have pointed to the hotel but decided not to show up for duty today because we’re English. 

But hey,  we’ll have jazz, coffee, angry birds and tarte aux fraises so it’ll be fine, won’t it.  More on this story later…

Advertisements
  1. No comments yet.
  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: