Ouch, that hurts

Full of good intentions, because we are both overweight, Floyd and I agreed to have 'a hit' this morning. 'A hit' means hitting a lot of tennis balls in various patterns, backwards and forwards, hopefully without too much interruption, but the important thing is that it is good exercise and good fun. It's the only way that I enjoy exercising. That was this morning. This afternoon I start to have difficulty walking because I've pulled something at the top back of my leg and it hurts. This manifests itself first whilst we are waiting for Alison, Floyd's partner, at Montpellier airport.

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The roads are busy this weekend, it being the start of the return home from holiday for many French families and other nationalities who will be looking to get their children back for the start of the new school term. Rather than fight the motorway traffic, we pop into Montpellier for steak and frites at L'Entrecote, just off the Place de la Comedie. The beauty of the steak is that it is a very thin cut, always cooked to perfection and covered in the most delicious sauce. The recipe for the sauce is a secret, but Jan reckons it's a combination of butter, anchovies, parsley and maybe basil. It makes my mouth water just to think about it. Highly recommended.