The Return

So, I'm back from France after two weeks without internet and I'm still sane. Whee, gibber, gibber.

Going cold turkey didn't affect me at all. My hovercraft is full of eels.

It's fine. You just have to decide not to care that you can't check anything online, play any games, find any crochet patterns, or chat to any friends. Life without google is great. No really, you should try it. You should all try it.

Whoops. 

I spoke more bad French in the last two weeks than I have for years and the French graciously pretended to understand me. I ate too much rich food and I don't fit my waistbands. It was great.

But now I'm back, and other than Whirl cruelly deleting my comments on his blog, what's happening round here these days?

Edited to change helicopter to hovercraft because lack of internet is more damaging than you'd think. (Thanks, Simon!)

Goodbye!

But only for a couple of weeks.

I'm off on my holidays to sunny Brittany; well, I hope it will be sunny anyway.

Be good while I'm away and don't make a mess in here or at least if you do then please clear up after yourselves.

See you later!

Things to do in Bath

1. Arrive at Bath Spa Hotel. Find that someone has shaved their beard off in the en suite bath. At least, I hope it was someone's beard. Get housekeeping to sort it out.
2. Next day, find the bath is blocked and get told that you should not have been put in that room as it is out of service. Get allocated a junior suite with four poster bed.
3. Go to the hotel spa which has a sauna, steam room with twinkling lights and music, indoor heated pool and outdoor pool heated to bath temperature. Relax.
4. Go to see a raunchy black comedy called Hoors. Laugh a lot.
5. Eat in lots of different restaurants. Find a house red wine that's better than some expensive wines. Don't cook. Yay!
6. Have a back massage.
7. Wander round the shops.
8. Buy a clarinet.

I didn't want to come home.