The last time we travelled to France we arrived at the Shuttle Terminal at Folkestone after a horrendous journey along the M6, M1, M25 and M20. The terminal was crowded and there wasn’t a seat in sight. I was so fed up I couldn’t even be bothered to treat myself to something nice from what used to be called the ‘duty free’, which usually has the effect of brightening my mood for a few milliseconds!! I’m usually so desperate to get to France (even if it’s only as far as the Premiere Classe at Boulogne-sur-Mer) that any delay puts me under a cloud.
We are definitely going to look at our travelling times for next year, helped along by my new timetable. More about this in another post.
However, Tim came to the rescue…
Who can stay in a black mood for long when eating a ‘99’?
Never let it be said that in 34 years Tim hasn’t learned anything… ;o))