il pleut

There’s no place like home, well no place like the west of Scotland on Fair Monday. From 40 degree sunshine to bucketing down with rain, magic.

I will bore you with my travails on getting to the south west of France later. Now I have to go to Edinburgh to pick up my car which only made it as far as Birmingham!

Here is a song which the iPod decided it rather liked during nous vacances, as it came on when in shuffle mode 5 times over the course of  the fortnight.

Otis Redding – Down In The Valley

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5 Responses to il pleut

  1. davy h says:

    Oops, that car thing doesn't sound good…

    Welcome home Drewster, you were missed.

  2. Mona says:

    …and all that French at school came in handy eh?
    Regards/

  3. swiss adam says:

    Welcome home.

  4. Simon says:

    Welcome! You still managed to post more than me!

  5. dickvandyke says:

    Rechercher vous un umbrella mon ami, et apprécier un pint o heavy (ou 'pinte de lourds').

    Content vous revenez dans la maison en le nord menaçant.

    Or, as we say in Yorkshire, “Where the fuck have you been?”

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