Sunday is a Day of Rest – I’m Happy

Well, last night, after Paddy picked me up from Alencon station, I had a right good night. I’ve already disclosed that it was a great stay, but I withheld crucial information! Until arriving at Paddy’s house I hadn’t taken my clothes off for three days and nights, but once there I discarded the stinky pongy clobber and jumped in the shower. It was heavenly. I had taken my shoes off, although sometimes I leave them on too for days and nights. Even heavy walking boots. But I always take my teeth out. There are certain hygiene standards that……..Well I’ve left them in a few times too. Nowt wrong with that.

This is Paddy with his lass, Marcelle, his son Marc and daughter in law Chelsea, and my new best mate, Quentin. What lovely company this team are.

Between them Paddy and Marcelle rustled up amazing dinner on Saturday night, and even eclipsed that with a fabulous Sunday lunch.

Between times Paddy took me to the local cemetery to the grave of his parents. They treated me as another son, and for me they were definitely my French parents. I’m happy that they are resting in a beautiful place. They deserve it. Pierre was my pa, but Therese was my angel.

Paddy dropped me off in Alencon, after a diversion to Le Mans, due to strike action, to get Chelsea and Marc on a train to their home in Paris. Quentin is staying with the retired folk for a while in the heart of the Normandy countryside.

He’ll have as much fun as the kittens!

I checked into my hotel and wandered downtown. But then I passed a Moroccan restaurant. I had such a big lunch but this was not to be missed. A couscous fit for a fat lad, in genuine surroundings!

Loved it!

Night night.