Reminiscing...

As from this morning, I only have another sixteen hours of Binland before Miss R and I inflict ourselves on the French for a week.  Not another holiday, I hear you say.  Well yes, and after the last few days, it can't really come quickly enough.

We are heading off to Nice for a week of reminiscing and to revisit childhood haunts.  Where we are going is close to where every summer holiday was spent between the ages of ten and seventeen, and we're going back to see how much it's changed.  I'll be honest with you, I'm really only going for the chips which they used to sell on the beach, oh, and the banana ice cream which came out of a Mr Whippy machine like magic.  We also used to hire ten seater bikes with another family, which were great fun until you had to turn back to the hire shop.  It was then a case of all dismounting and shunting the bike around (imagine The Chuckle Brothers, and you'll get the idea).

Of course, hiring a bike for just the two of us is not as much fun as having ten in a row, which is why we have a hire car.  Far more suitable for two ladies of indeterminate age and sanity.  We are hiring bikes for a morning of cycling up and down mountains to appease Miss R's love for that odd thing they call 'Exercise', but as mine has a small battery operated motor, I think I'll be fine, as long as I pedal on the downhill and the flat.  I just hope it's got good brakes...

So as we get nearer to departure day, the phone calls between Miss R and me have been ramping up...

'Are you taking a dress?'

'How many pairs of shoes are you taking?'

'Do we even need to take dresses?'

'Have you got a travel kettle?'

'I'll bring the mugs and tea bags'.

'I'm taking a dress for every night'.

'Bloody hell....I better go dress shopping...'

And so it goes on.  By the time we leave next week, Miss R's suitcase will need to be towed behind the car on the way to the airport, and my carrier bag containing a bikini, one pair of shorts and a maxi dress will fit in the glove compartment.

Not to worry.  Since I lost this weight her clothes seem to fit me, as do her shoes.

Let's be honest here.  I don't really need to take anything...