8th July: Overheard at the airport; seconds before we reach the meet-and-greet area.
- Mummy, do you love Daddy ?
- [hesitation] Well, no, not in a romantic way, mumble, mumble, I’m pleased that we meet up from time to time and that we can be friends bla, bla, bla.
- Pre-adolescent boy then runs into the arms of his father while the mother turns her back on them and rearranges the bags on the trolley.
10th July: It may only be 15°C here in Scotland, but it’s still broad daylight at 10.30 p.m.
11th July: A quick visit to Sandra’s Bazar to buy some batteries. It’s a tiny glory hole — a jumble of hand-knitted baby garments, compost, birthday cards, bird seed, paraffin, plastic toys, garden implements, coloured pencils, bottles of gas, balloons, jelly moulds, balls of string ….
12th July: On hearing a reporter on Channel 4 news announce that "of course, there are less people on the roads today", I resolve that I will no longer mark this as a grammar mistake in student writing. Il ne faut point être plus royaliste que le roi.
16th July: Back in France to temperatures of 39°C, which is about the temperature Z was running for most of the journey home.