Sunday, 16^th October, 

Let me! Me do! My turn! 

Don’t be a silly Sally! You can’t write postcards! 

Course I can! I’m as computer lilliput as you …

What? 

You know  – computer lib .. computer lit … computer obliterate as you are. 

Doh – get on with it then. After all, you have been doing the running around for two days.

Right! Sunday 16^th October: THEY didn’t get going soon enough to get to the supermarket before it closed at midday, so they drove on to a little harbour town called La Cotiniere where they found a market and bought some of the stuff on the shopping list. But they still had nothing for lunch so they went into a restaurant and had a meal surrounded by locals having their Sunday shellfish feast (trying saying that 3 times quickly!). They both had a starter of potato salad with smoked salmon then HE had a helping of moules-frites –

 What? 

Mussels and chips – I thought you were a French van?

 I was imported from Germany, actually.

 Sprichst du denn Deutsch ?

 Get lost.

Charmant ! and SHE had chicken breast in mushroom and cream sauce with a load of chips and salad which she couldn’t finish. The waitress said ‘That’s not a pretty sight’, but she was a nice waitress and was only joking. They enjoyed the meal, but it was a bit expensive, so they said it was a treat for Rachel’s birthday.

Then they went to the beach and put up the beach shelter and HE did battle with the waves! 

When they got back they fell asleep – 

I know!

Get out! And when they woke up it was too late for supper so they just had a cup of soup. 

Linguistic footnote from HIM: You can’t send a postcard without a picture, (not my fault if you didn’t take any!) so here’s one:   

We bought these solar powered light posts to mark our guy ropes and maybe reduce tripping hazards. The packaging and instructions were in six languages – with a separate piece of paper for each language for the instructions, but NO ENGLISH! And people tell me everyone speaks English!