We were finally ready to set out for France. Tom safely in Japan, and I’d like to say that Rhiannon’s house renovations are complete but that wouldn’t be completely true! Just the kitchen wall tiling remains to be done. The house is, however, looking fantastic. When the renovations are complete I’ll show some of Rhiannon’s before and after pics.
As ever, the final hurdle is always the journey to the shuttle. As Tim still works we are limited to timings as we try to fit in the journey to Folkestone after work so that it doesn’t eat into his leave allocation.
Yesterday the M25 was a nightmare and we arrived 20 minutes late for our 7.20 check in. The next available shuttle was at 11.19! I queued at customer service but the man was so rude to the mild mannered French man in front of me that I didn’t bother asking! The customer service man kept berating him in a very rude and condescending way that the shuttle was very busy and that queues were to be expected. Actually there were no more than about 100 cars in the car park and the terminal was almost deserted! I couldn’t see the logic.
Tim went back but there wasn’t any changing the times so we settled ourselves for a long wait.
Gadget man, (aka IT support) played with my new i-pad and I took myself off to what used to be duty free. I didn’t have any intention of buying but I did smother my face, eyes, neck, hands and forearms with the most expensive beauty potions I could find. My face was treated to potion after potion and I must say it felt good.
However, although I can’t be certain which potion was best, I fear that it might be this one…
Luckily for you I didn’t take any before and after pics of my face! Next time I’m delayed at the shuttle I might just take a little pot to put my free sample in.
As bad luck would have it (or Sod’s law) our 11.19pm shuttle was late. We finally arrived at the Ibis at Coquelles at 1.30 am (French time) and any benefit from the face potions had long since worn off…