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Holiday Diary – Port Cogolin Friday Sat 1/2 May

 We wanted to write up our holiday diary and have decided to put it on PhotoBeast, though in some ways it belongs on the LifeBlog. Nine days in the south of France and we were excited.

Peanut takes Friday off and is a complete wonder doing all the packing and loading of PaceBeast while I go to work and wait to be collected there at quarter past four.

Finally the moment came. I stepped out of work into PaceBeast and kissed Mrs P. The holiday begins!

As always traffic to Dover is awful and most of the motorways are being repaired. Frankly the drive to Dover is a battle. However, we got there on time and crossed without trouble. Also I had been worrying about coping with the trip, as I get some back ache these days and my eyes and nose run constantly. In truth I was fine but Peanut did drive all the way to Dover. I took the first stint at the wheel in France. It was dark by then and my watery eyes were a nuisance but manageable. The roads though we’re very quiet, we set the cruise to 80 mph and cracked on. We had three stops. One for a midnight cake, one for a small snooze and then breakfast.


The upshot was that we arrived at a Sunny Port Cogolin at about half eleven. PaceBeast as always was superb and we realised that he has already got an impressive number of European trips under his belt. We decided then to award him a GT badge for his sterling work as he really has been a cracking European Tourer.

First thing we do on arrival then, is a quick brush of the patio, set up the furniture and then unpack. This time we had a shock. The maiden was left out with four towels and a sheet on it. The maiden had rusted to bits ruining the towels and sheets with rust. The chair pads had all but dissolved due to the sun and were ruined. The bbq was all rusty. Inside someone had left food in the salad cleaner. Not salad just food in a bag. This stunk and ruined the salad cleaner. I’m not going to lie Mrs P cried her eyes out and that made me very angry.



Anyway, we had a cuddle and got on with cleaning up. By the time we were done, we were too tired to unpack our clothes, so we left them and went to the supermarket for a bite to eat and to do our big shop. Peanut was getting her smile back and bought herself some sexy shorts in one of the shops.

Back at the flat and Peanut was pooped. However, I was ok so brought the cases up and finished the unpacking. Finally we were settled in and in truth the most important thing really was that we were still a team and I could help Mrs P, because sometimes this chemotherapy is very tiring and I can’t always do what needs to be done. This time though no problem.

Peanut put one of her pretty faces on and we went down to Bou Bou’s below us for dinner and a spot of well deserved wine.