Friday 12th February, 2010

Wilds on holiday:

Heading for France for half term skiing. Packed the car (yes, the car. The current Mrs Wild does not like to fly), dropped the kids at the cattery & headed south. Heard miaow from back, realised our mistake, headed north, dropped cat, retrieved kids, headed south again. Heard arguing from back. That's better.

Wow. The snow's fantastic...in Kent. Resulting Eurotunnel delays are 1.5 hours. Almost FCC levels. Fortunately we are 1.5 hours early, so that all works out fine.

Under the channel we go, & soon we are experiencing the joys of French motoring. And I really do mean joys. I love it.

First of all they drive in kilometers, and when you drive in kilometers you get to your destination much quicker than if you drive in miles. In fact, I have taken to driving in kilometers in the uk wherever possible. I'm surprised more people don't.

Second, the French drive properly on motorways. Move out, overtake, move back in again. Such a simple concept, yet somehow we British are too simple to grasp it. An Englishmans middle lane is his castle and all that.

Third they sure do know how to build roads. Temperatures sub zero, snow all the way & roads billiard table smooth. Why can't we do that?

We reach our overnight halt in decent time. Fortunately it's late, so we are simply grateful for our beds & too tired to spend much time studying the peeling wallpaper & threadbare carpet.