So, the weekend, and the beginning of a week off. We woke at four on Saturday to drive to Gatwick to collect one of my friends, as Sami was coming over to England for a month, and she was staying with us for the first week of her stay.
At least the M20 and M25s were empty, and we made good time. We were in a hurry as some website said her flight had landed at half four. In the end she landed at twenty past five, we parked up and walked into the arrivals hall, and waited as a stream of people in thin cotton clothes and flip flops carry rum walked past.
Sami came through at half six, and after a hug we headed to the car and then out into the heavy traffic to head to Kent.
As we got back into Kent, dawn broke, and the grey light filled the day. Once in Dover we drove up Castle Hill to get a close look for Sami at the castle, and then along the coast road with the promise that if it was a clear day, we would be able to see France from here. Honest.
Once home, we made coffee and warmed up some croissants. That done, we decide to go to Deal, as its near and quite picturesque and most certainly English. Typically English.
Deal was dull and overcast, but we walk along Middle Street, snapping away. We head back along the High Street, calling in at the record shop and No Name Shop for roast garlic bread and creamy stinky French cheese; something for dinner.
And then we drive to St Margaret's Bay to the Coastguard for a lunch of Fish and Chips whilst looking out at the waves lapping at the beach.
After a combination of jet-lag and an early start, we alltake to our beds in the afternoon for a snooze. Jools and I wake covered in cats, and feeling like poo.
In the end, we give up trying to watch A Company of Wolves and head up the wooden hill to get at least ten hours sleep!
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