They arrived at Toulouse and then the problems started, they could not find the "fly by night" company they had booked their 7 seater car with. It eventually ended up being outside the airport, but
they had no details of their booking. My niece had all the paperwork but they had none and where do you find a seven seater car when they say they were not expecting you. Eventually the company agreed a mistake had been made so they offered a little fiesta with a bumper dropping off and a chevrolet, neither of which had been cleaned. It did not stop there as our niece was not expecting to drive she was thrown into a panic, old grandpaps was having pains and on the motorway the two cars were trying to drive in convoy. My niece not being totally "au fait" with motor pay stations saw the barrier up at the pay station drove straight through with the barrier coming down hitting the back of the car. Grandpaps Tudor was in the lead car with the directions, bearing in mind he has been coming sometimes twice or three times a year for 12 years, one struggles to believe he needed directions never mind not being able to follow them. To be fair to him he often comes on the train. So after drives around the countryside they eventually arrived at ten pm when 4 giants came rushing through the gate shouting " Aunty Valerie" in deep voice. Could these deep voiced giants be our little boys not seen for a year!
As a footnote Grandpaps Tudor's pains eased with the administration of red wine.
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| These are our lads, click on the picture for a bigger image to see what handsome lads they are. |
