Sweden in London
OK, so you may have noticed we have not been too close to our lovely blog for a while. The truth is that we made a snap decision to watch the match back home.
We had a hard time of it pushing George to Calais in time. Somewhere in France, he headbutted a large bird and we carried a few feathers home in the wipers. Then, about ten kilometres from Calais, and with as many minutes to go before the last ferry sailed, George made a dreadful grinding sound. Something technical, so I blanked it out.
George was practically wheeled onto the ferry, like an elderly day tripper. On the other side of the channel, the boys broke the news. George had snapped his fanbelt.
I built a nest in the backseat and went to sleep. The RAC man came, went and still I slept. Peter woke me up 10 minutes from Deptford.
Back for a home tie.
We had a hard time of it pushing George to Calais in time. Somewhere in France, he headbutted a large bird and we carried a few feathers home in the wipers. Then, about ten kilometres from Calais, and with as many minutes to go before the last ferry sailed, George made a dreadful grinding sound. Something technical, so I blanked it out.
George was practically wheeled onto the ferry, like an elderly day tripper. On the other side of the channel, the boys broke the news. George had snapped his fanbelt.
I built a nest in the backseat and went to sleep. The RAC man came, went and still I slept. Peter woke me up 10 minutes from Deptford.
Back for a home tie.
posted by Val at 5:03 pm
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