So we have all survived 1555km in four days! Car, Husband and I. What a journey. I have learnt a lot about being married. Lots of my friends have been married for years and I admire them all. Quite a few of them are coming up to 25 years of marriage. That needs to be celebrated big time. We shall be in our 70s when we reach that milestone (yes milestone not millstone). I have realised over the past four days that Husband has quite a high voice when singing along to most music. I have learnt that I am going deaf in my right ear or Husband mumbles when driving. I have become accustomed to Husband reading out the signs by the side of the road randomly.
Things that I have found hard to comprehend include: people taking photos of their cars by beautiful bridges (bridges are better on their own?); people taking photos of other people’s engines; driving up to a petrol pump which is on the wrong side of the car; taking photos of random train tracks; liking Living Colour….
Husband is an awesome driver and I wouldn’t have wanted to make this journey with anyone else. He is very good at diffusing my outrage very quickly and I never spend too long seething at some pretty irrelevant matter. We didn’t run out of petrol, we were able to survive a random pullover by the police given his exceptional French, and we laughed a lot.
We have a day to peruse the shops in Cannes, a spa and free breakfast in bed. Life couldn’t get much better.
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