douce France...

The peculiar noise from the fan in Egg 2's air conditioning did not respond as one might have hoped to a thump on the dashboard this morning while we were in Carcassonne. If allowed to spool up to max, it sounds like a Dakota taking off. The Carcassonne Egg-fettlers have moved, so I'd to try ringing them when we got home. 'Impossible avant la semaine du 30 août', when we shall, if it be the will of Egg 2, be back in England. Tries Narbonne. 'We're on holiday: please call again on Monday'. Thanks to the wonders of email, it is now booked into our UK chaps on 31 Aug. I love France. I adore France! But when I have to interact with Frogtel or the motor trade, please stand by with intravenous vin rosé.