Our long day driving through the Pyrenees straight after a long day travelling to France took its toll on Heather. Sunday night she woke up feeling sick and throw up all night. The poor thing was exhausted Monday and still quite unwell. I spent the day looking after Heather, sorting out the cottage and keeping Callum amused. I gave Neil a leave pass as he was starting to get cycling withdrawals especially now that he can see the mountains he will be climbing. He came home mid afternoon happy as Larry. That afternoon I then ventured out bravely by myself to the supermarket. For some reason I was stopped by several people asking me about things on the shelf. I very politely, in French, told them I didn't understand, they understood straight away then nodded and waved me on my way, must be the accent. I was very proud of myself when I returned home that not only did I communicate in French to everyone I needed to but that I remembered to drive on the right side of the street and avoided hitting parked cars without Neil in the passenger seat yelling " your too close". Big tick for mummy.
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