Both Maggi and I had difficult nights. Both of us are suffering from colds. I’m not feeling too bad during the day but breathing at night causes me to snore, which is a red rag to Maggi.
The first hour after we turn the lights out ends up as a slanging match. Maggi accuses me of making piggy noises and stopping her from going to sleep. I point out that my snoring is involuntary and that her best option would be to ignore it. We go round and around like this for an hour and then just like punch drunk fighters we run out of steam and fall asleep.
Unfortunately with this minor cough it affects my breathing which in turn wakes me. While I’m awake Maggi is snoring. She always claims she doesn’t snore. Yesterday I woke and the sound of her snoring filled the room. I recorded her for about 3 minutes and played it to her the next morning. She tried to dismiss it.
As a result of our intermittent sleep pattern we both awoke early and started packing. I still felt quite rough with a tooth ache adding to my flu woes. For the first time since we had arrived in France I couldn’t face 20 minutes or so of Adriene’s Yoga.
Maggi popped out for a croissant and baguette and we ate our breakfast having forgotten the harsh words of the night before. All packed up we both looked at our phones and then Adam poked his head around the gate. Nice to see him again in the morning.
All packed up we drove up to the house to start the clearing up process. Maggi does the bulk of the work. I cleaned up the pool and the pool house, walked down to the village with various bags to dump and picked up cash from the ATM. Although sorely tempted to stop for a coffee I resisted and returned to the house to continue doing anything necessary.
Greg and Alex did the least cleaning. Maggi spotted that their toilet had poo stains in the pan. She pointed this out to Alex whose immediate reaction was to state that the cleaner could clear it up. After these two reprobates had left we went up to the flat to find that one of the shutters refused to budge. It would have been helpful had we known of the problem much earlier. Perhaps we could have resolved it while still in La Colle rather than have to leave and not know what’s going to happen.
We did eventually leave and drive down to the coast where we had a picnic lunch on Cagnes sur mer promenade in the sun.
An easy run to the airport to drop off the hire car and then through security. All that went smoothly which meant we had at least 90 minutes before we could expect to board. After speedy boarding had been called we waited and then joined the line only to be held waiting in the queue for about 20 minutes while the slow coaches on the inbound flight disembarked.
At Gatwick airport we waited for 20 minutes for our taxi driver to turn up and drive us home.