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Date: 28 May 2006 16:39:08
You'll no doubt be glad to learn that Mr M has phoned me from Cormeilles in Normandy where in a cadre chalhereux he will shortly be disporting himself in the calme et confort of a chambre 'de style cosy,' all this courtesy of Fabrice et Delphine of the Auberge du President. Rather too cosy from the looks of the pic I saw on the website - although I think the room shown was several grades up from the one he is in. Just as well; I can't imagine the patrons will appreciate him draping his lycra cycling things (with or without antibacterial lining) all over the bed canopy!
Back in the UK, Miffdog has joined the cat in the competition to see who can throw up the most often and for the longest distance. This started on Thursday morning (at 4.45 a.m.) and has continued after the intial 5 'incidents' at a rate of one steaming pile per day, this morning's being an example of projectile vomiting the like of which I've not seen since the Mifflets were tiny. Surprisingly enough, he seems quite well in himself and is pretty businesslike about the whole thing. Just goes off on his own and does the business. Strange.
World Cup Fever has now reached the church, with a mini quiz this morning pitting one side of the aisle against the other. I was sorely offended that the one question I knew the answer to: 'Who won in 1998?' wasn't asked. Eight years after the event, I have - I think - recovered from the trauma engendered from being the only British passenger in a plane full of Frenchmen flying from London to Strasbourg. Instead of weather reports, we had regular bulletins on the state of play from our pilot, and my taxi driver home who was getting regular updates on same from his daughter was distinctly the worse for wear. Never again.