I saw it in the Sunday Times "Home" section last weekend. I rubbed my eyes, poured another pint of tea, and logged on to see what shite I'd written on TMA, under the influence of good beer and red wine, th'neet previous.
Then we counted the coppers. Don't get much for fourteen quid, twenty seven pence, and six Euros fifty seven cents, do you?
Christ on a bike, we'd just come back from La Trinite sur Mer a week or two before. Two weeks of ancient sites, life-threatening swims on the Cote Sauvage, and lots of crustaceans, washed down with far too much Muscadet sur Lie.
Glad to be back at work? Pass me the suicuide tablets.
Je Suis,
TE.