A wasted effort, as it turns out, because their flight was cancelled. The incoming plane swooped tauntingly down towards Carcassonne airport, then lifted up again without landing and headed off to Perpignan instead. Problems with the weather. Nine hours to wait until the next flight. Ggggggrrrrrr. Luckily Ryanair is still on its summer timetable, so at least there was a next flight. The winter timetable has only one flight a day, and then not every day. The threads connecting us to England are tenuous.
Neil spent most of the visit labouring magnificently in the garden, chopping down dead trees, pruning old roses, digging beds, and finishing with an all-day bonfire. The perfect guest.
Meanwhile, today was Herne's eighth birthday. Top present was the long-coveted Beckham football shirt. We had some lively classmates round for tea who rushed around the house blowing squeakers, playing darts and fighting. Huge fun all round.
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