He's gone again

Gwilym's flight was at 5, so I reserved a car from 2:30 because I knew he'd want to try the new Starbucks. We had some viennoiseries for a treat for breakfast and Pat had a roast dinner planned, too, so we fused the kitchen just before the cauliflower was ready and had to forego our Christmas pudding! (heaters in bedrooms, oven, kettle - just too much power being drawn through) Oh well. Gwilym's not keen on the stuff anyway. Tomorrow when I get some more fuses of the right power we can do the pud.

So off to get the car. Pessac was SO QUIET! We got to the airport and scuttled off to the amazing folding origami Starbucks, thinking that it might be closed - it is, after all, New Year's Day, but it was open, so 15 euros later and lighter and we were all drinking some form of latte... (Catrin doesn't like the taste of coffee so she had a "chai tea latte", but she did try Gwilym's latte)








Well, except for Patricia, whose back is too stiff and painful for her to get in the car, so she had to say her tearful farewells at the house before we drove off.

My the house seems empty. And quiet. And cold.

But this cold snap ends tomorrow and we'll be back to our usual balmy temperatures.


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