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We Went To France
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for a nice relaxing holiday. We arrived on the Friday and in the early hours of Saturday morning our lovely daughter-in-law died after a long battle with cancer. Our grandson did not want to go to the funeral so we paid for him and his girlfriend to come out and stay with us for two weeks. They are both sixteen. They flew out on the Wednesday. On the following Thursday she was complaining of severe stomach pains and ended up in hospital and on a drip. I sat on my specs and broke them but luckily had a spare pair with me. We went to dinner with friends and I cracked one of my bottom teeth on a lovely crisp piece of french bread. Three days after that I lost a filling out of one of my top teeth while gnawing on some ribs at a barbecue. The weather was awful with really big hailstones for three days running. Mr BD fished for two weeks without catching a thing. Glad to say he did better on the third week. Oh did I forget to mention that old uncle Harry died as well and we missed his funeral. When we got to the Eurotunnel for our return journey there were technical delays and everything was running about 2/3 hours late. We'd had one of the brand new Sky plus boxes installed just before we left and when we arrived home we found out that everything we had left on the planner had failed. C'est la vie!
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Dee - It is surprising how one night back in your own bed can get you back on track. Just got to make appointments at the opticians and the dentist then maybe I can smile again. Zacs - we would move there tomorrow if it wasn't for the grandson. We absolutely love it and two bad times out of over 40 isn't bad. We haven't suffered any great hardship just a series of smallish calamaties. It is my son and grandson who are having the worst time of it. Having your 42 yr old son crying down the phone to you as he tells you the bad news and not being able to hug him was the worst part.