It's the dreaded day when real life comes back to slap us about a bit.
TS is currently driving back to Leeds to flog the UK car in the UK where they prefer the steering wheel on the right hand side and do some work for money. He will be staying with my brother who rashly offered to put us up anytime and is happy to be paid in the dark chocolate with raspberry bits in.
A month to six weeks he'll be gone unless by some fluke of fate we win the lottery without buying a ticket.
So today we have both been outdoing each other with the warnings and the cautions and the general fussing.
Stop for rests
Don't stop for rests in Paris on your own in the middle of the night
It's not going to rain so you'll be OK but watch out for ice
Have you got your ferry confirmation, passport, euros, pounds etc etc etc
All the numbers you need are on the phone
Look I'm packing this in here
Look I'm writing this down for you
Don't go up any ladders
Don't use the kindling except to start the fire
Bring enough wood in don't stumble about in the lean to after dark
Don't use the chain saw, drill or any other power tools
Don't walk in the woods after dark
Lock the door
Lock the shutters
So of course I shall be spending the next six weeks locked in the house eating breakfast and TS is bound to be driving towards the ferry at 50km per hour.
It's probably not worth your while popping back for a bit