Turns out I beat the catering crew to the lunch stop so the meagre offerings weren't our lunch - sorted now!
So what you're trying to say is you ate some poor little old dear's sandwich at the WI, upset the locals in Blighty and now your holed up in an interrogation room at French customs try to explain why Vickie's number plate ends in EPO! Coincidence, I think not. And we're all waiting for an update. Well I am - you're only follower! Allez allez!!!
Now now Stretch you know our Mr Bradford couldnt possibly nick anyone little old woman's bait box he is far too honest!! I did however make a trip to Boots before he went to ensure he had plenty of the drug type stuff as I was concerned he would get withdrawal from ibuprofen for his sore botty x
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