Whatever you do, do not attempt to visit the Montpellier Ikea in August. It was quite cloudy yesterday and we had (and still have) a couple of things to get so off we went.
Grief. What a zoo. We usually park in the massive carpark under the shop but this time I couldn't find a single space. It's never usually more than half full but the best that we could do was drive straight through. It was madness. The number of out of town plates was amazing.
I jokingly suggested that maybe someone was advertising it as a new holiday destination. My very brainy beloved pointed out that as it was a cloudy day a lot of local holiday makers probably decided to skip the beach and head off for a bit of retail therapy. Couldn't argue with that reasoning. When all was said and done that was exactly what we were doing.
About Me
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- Jan and I moved from England to France in July 2002 and then, in February 2011, after nearly 9 great years in France we have moved to North Yorkshire, England, to be nearer to my ageing mother. The move to France was primarily motivated by the opportunity to, 'have an adventure', after our children had flown the nest. Well now the adventure continues. After six years back in England our delightful Beauceron Max has died and leaves a confused Minnie who has only ever known her beloved companion . She is a Beauceron, a large but very congenial, French breed of sheep dog. By a total coincidence my mother told Jan that North Yorkshire, Ripon, is where I was conceived. Frankly, a bit too much information but it just goes to show that what goes around comes around. This journal reflects the thoughts, likes, dislikes, fantasies and observations of our latest life in Yorkshire, for me, Jan, Minnie and my alter ego Ed.
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