The last two days have been shocking. Friday, we ate in the cafeteria of the big Leclerc. Least said best mentioned

I had planned to make a nice dinner, but 'pre-dinner' drinks with neighbour didn't finish until half nine so just ate little chunks of cumin gouda.
Yesterday, we were coming home. Next time, note to self: if we are driving to Calais, pack a picnic. We were out of synch with each other appetite wise, and when we tried to stop at aires, they were all full. Eventually stopped at Neufchatel, but nothing vegetarian on offer - not even an omelette or a cheese sandwich. Got to Calais just over 2 hours early and thought about looking for dinner, but decided to go and check out the situation at Eurotunnel first. Good thing we did. If we'd rolled up 45 minutes before our crossing we'd not have caught our train. From arrival to boarding took about 2.5 hours all but ten minutes being spent queuing to a) get from the 'holding car park' to the check in, b) get through check in and passport control c) get out of the car park to drive towards the bit where they hold you before you get on the train d) wait to get on train.
Second not to self. Do not travel to or from France at the weekend in August!
However, we were lucky really, I suppose, as the ferry crossings were affected badly by the wind.
So 'dinner' was a slice of baguette and butter.
Today we went out for lunch. Our once go to post France lunch treat place has closed, so an atypical (for us) Sunday roast with veggie haggis, then white chocolate and Oreo cheesecake. Too much food but feeling malnourished! I also had a virgin Mary for extra vitamins and minerals

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