... as if leaving here at 6.00 a.m weren't bad enough, the traffic in Toulouse was so dense that he barely made the 'plane; then the wind was so strong that after an appalling trip the flight was forced to land at Stanstead instead of Gatwick.I squandered the day doing the myriad domestix that arrive after a partner leaves, failing to complete them on account of hanging out with Andy and Louise, chattering on street corners with sundry neighbours and finally being taken to Limoux for dinner by very old mate Rushton.
Here's a photo of Bob on the beach a mere 2 days ago, when he was happy.
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