Sitting on a tgv train somewhere in France, on the way to Avignon.
Yesterday was spent shopping on regent and Oxford street while waiting for michelles IPhone to have it's shattered screen replaced.
It was dropped while writing the blog at Shakespeare's birthplace. Ironic really.
I bet his quill couldnt take photos, hold his record collection or access ye olde internet though.
Then we took the kids to a playground near Russell square, just the way I remember them, treated pine, full of trip hazards, dangerous drops and long flying foxes, not sanitized brightly coloured Australian playgrounds, kids had a ball.
Not much to report today as we stare out of the train window at the French countryside. I am happy to announce that the further we travel south, the sunnier it gets!
Merci.