Another French City (Amiens), another hostel (bunk beds) another wet ride, another crappy WiFi service. England, take me back, it wasn't you, it was me. I have changed, I can be better!
Things learned today.
- the French pronounce WiFi, WeeFee.
That is all.
Very dull day, my knee was gut wrenchingly painful. (Is Mr. Miyagi still alive? If so, can Jim fix it for him to come place his hands on my leg... Second thoughts!) But at least that distracted from the 9 hours of relentless rain in my face.
I had a read back over my blogs just now. Whilst I don't mind saying, I'm a funny little bugger sometimes. My spelling has been horrific. I do apologise. I blame the delirium from a day in the saddle, combined with a ipad which is auto-correct happy plus a blog app which is sans-spellcheck. I can imaging Becky Kennedy has just been beside herself putting up with my grammatical catastrophes.
One last day and night in France tomorrow before returning to England! Hooray, Rule Britannia, Land of Hope, Glory, internal terrorism and Jeremy Kyle, oh how I have missed you!
I keep reading this stuff about the soldier that was murdered in Woolwich, horrific stuff. Cant imagine what his family must be going through. havebt seen anything but read that its pretty emotional.
I do have to say, it still makes me feel sick in my stomach when the Facebook mafia take control with all the "England is ours" stuff. The fact is, if we won the Euro Millions, chances are, we might move house. That could be local or in another city, county or even country. I have no problem with people making the most of their lives by emigrating somewhere better. The Brits have done it for years. My simple view is that if you then choose to abuse that right, you're gone. No questions, no exceptions. If you hate our Country, if you try and spread hate, don't let passport control search your arse on the way out.
Better news, Anglo-French relations have never been stronger. As I arrived tonight, the lady at the front desk said that she knew I was coming late so had prepared me some food. It was like she had read my mind. I've died and gone to heaven.
I'm off to get high on my meds, drink a (small) glass of red and sit in a coooooooold bath. Bon Soir
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Things learned today.
- the French pronounce WiFi, WeeFee.
That is all.
Very dull day, my knee was gut wrenchingly painful. (Is Mr. Miyagi still alive? If so, can Jim fix it for him to come place his hands on my leg... Second thoughts!) But at least that distracted from the 9 hours of relentless rain in my face.
I had a read back over my blogs just now. Whilst I don't mind saying, I'm a funny little bugger sometimes. My spelling has been horrific. I do apologise. I blame the delirium from a day in the saddle, combined with a ipad which is auto-correct happy plus a blog app which is sans-spellcheck. I can imaging Becky Kennedy has just been beside herself putting up with my grammatical catastrophes.
One last day and night in France tomorrow before returning to England! Hooray, Rule Britannia, Land of Hope, Glory, internal terrorism and Jeremy Kyle, oh how I have missed you!
I keep reading this stuff about the soldier that was murdered in Woolwich, horrific stuff. Cant imagine what his family must be going through. havebt seen anything but read that its pretty emotional.
I do have to say, it still makes me feel sick in my stomach when the Facebook mafia take control with all the "England is ours" stuff. The fact is, if we won the Euro Millions, chances are, we might move house. That could be local or in another city, county or even country. I have no problem with people making the most of their lives by emigrating somewhere better. The Brits have done it for years. My simple view is that if you then choose to abuse that right, you're gone. No questions, no exceptions. If you hate our Country, if you try and spread hate, don't let passport control search your arse on the way out.
Better news, Anglo-French relations have never been stronger. As I arrived tonight, the lady at the front desk said that she knew I was coming late so had prepared me some food. It was like she had read my mind. I've died and gone to heaven.
I'm off to get high on my meds, drink a (small) glass of red and sit in a coooooooold bath. Bon Soir
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