When people claim that all the French are good for is being on strike, days like today don’t exactly bode well for their defence. I went to a shopping centre this morning to pick up some presents for otherwise forgotten family members and my uncle, and what do you know; there was a picket line outside the car park. Luckily we got in alright, but we did have a struggle to get out. Goodness only knows what they’re all striking for; I made a special point of not giving a shit.After lunch in my old favourite restaurant, which was unusually packed, I then went off to the Pyrenees with my uncle in the car. This was a day earlier than planned, but I thought it’d be nice to go along with him instead of leaving him to do the seven hour trip alone. So it’s from here that I’m typing this, no internet, although I do get BBC1, 2 and 3 by some miracle. Actually, I’ve been hearing rumours of some form of wireless internet adapter thing my uncle has; maybe I’ll give it a spin tomorrow.
It’s cold here, being up in the mountains, but it doesn’t come close to the harsh biting cold that you so often get up in Lancaster; tomorrow my dad and my brother arrive so the house should warm up a bit more…
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